Author: Amaya Kane

Whom vs Who: Who Still Cares?

For people who are self-proclaimed Grammar Nazis, the use of bad grammar by their friends or popular news websites makes them question how far the quality of public education has declined. Of course, there are some rules that we have been taught over and over again to never to mix up like to, two and too or when to use me instead of I, but one grammar rule that is becoming more obscure is when to use whom over who. Who is used to refer to the subject of a sentence. Whenever you would use I, he, she, they or...

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A Trip to My Motherland

It was a city born from twisted metal and plastic leftovers that the developed world had left after squeezing every drop of the land’s black blood. Between every mud colored office building or rare shining, silver skyscraper was humble shanties that enticed the people with its collections of warm soups, counterfeit electronics and stiff brightly colored cloth that sparkled in the clouds of dust and smoke from dilapidated SUVs, struggling against the permanent grid lock of the stagnant brown gravel wide road that stretched for miles. The honks and beeps competed with the pound of drums blaring from nearby boom boxes and deep voices of merchants navigating the cramped street way to sell their bootleg goods. At the heart of the city, an old, dark faced man sporting their dust caked Old Navy shirts danced vigorously to drum beat for the few Naira that dropped out of the suit jacket sleeve of a young clean-shaven man waiting to catch a ride on from the oncoming motorcycle. A young woman straightened various cloths of blue, pink, purple, red and green cloth over a wide wooden table next to a dusty store front. If the wind blew the right way, the delicious spice of vegetable curry stew would cover the smog of the road way. Along the Gulf of Guinea sits the port city of Lagos, Nigeria, the land of my...

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