This book made me cry so hard because of all the obstacles that she went through. A lot of times, she faces racist comments from others. She doesn't do anything wrong, but American society constantly reminds her that she is a black person, which she doesn't necessarily have to think about in her country Nigeria. Some people in the United States are not mindful. I also have the same feeling as her when I start to think about my race. This reckless thought always comes up in my mind. "Hmm, this person acts not cool. Is this because they don't like Asians or me?" In this book, there are some people who seem like they try to understand black people, but they sometimes blurt out their thoughts which is kind of insulting to Ifemelu. I have seen some prejudiced people who aren't good to me as well, but at the same time, I understand that they don't really mean to. Some people just don't know how to accept different races. 

Another harsh situation for her is when she struggles with adjusting her culture to the American one. To get along with Americans, she needs to change her perspective. She says she can't replace her own culture. To be honest, I'm still handling this situation now. In my class, I always thought of some ideas that are related to Japanese aspects. I understand that those senses are not familiar to other Americans but still can't help it. I think this is because I grew up with those Japanese mindsets. It's just simply difficult to switch to different viewpoints. I guess it will take some time to assimilate and adjust in my case.