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She brought out her checkbook. Before she wrote the check, she called Aunty Uju to
speak to Dike. Then, refreshed by his innocence, she called the tennis coach in Ardmore.
“When can I start working?” she asked.
“Want to come over right now?”
“Okay,” she said.
She shaved her underarms, dug out the lipstick she had not worn since the day she left Lagos, most of it left smeared on Obinze’s neck at the airport. What would happen with
the tennis coach? He had said “massage,” but his manner, his tone, had dripped
suggestion.

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Later, she said, “I have to take my braids out for my interviews and relax my hair… If you have braids, they will think you are unprofessional.”

“You do what you have to do if you want to succeed.”

There it was again, the strange naivete with which Aunty Uju had covered herself like a blanket. Sometimes, while having a conversation, it would occur to Ifemelu that Aunty Uju had deliberately left behind something of herself, something essential, in a distant and forgotten place. Obinze said it was the exaggerated gratitude that came with immigrant insecurity.

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Females were objectified and treated as Dolls rather than equal human beings.

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People around Tim O'Brien projected their wrong ideologies of war and honor onto him, forcing him to attend war.

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"Americanah!" Ranyinudo teased her often. "You are looking at things with American eyes. But the problem is that you are not even a real Americanah. At least if you had an American accent we would tolerate your complaining!"

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Santiago Nasar sexually abused and harassed his black servant as well as her daughter.