Woe was me, in the motherland I am the norm. Shall I sulk in sadness because here I am divergent. For an instant I almost fell prey to the self hate fed to my brothers and sisters from birth.
The friends I have made started saying that I wasn’t like other Africans they had met before. They were saying it as if they favored me more for being more like them rather than being my African self. What I started as a simple way to better my understanding of the world and different cultures consumed me and stripped me from being that African girl I loved so much.
Unlike their Caribbean counterparts, African Americans had to learn to live parallel to their former oppressors on shared land, as opposed to gaining their independence and living amongst their own. In my opinion, this is what made African Americans so susceptible to European ruses, and as a result, moved them further away from their heritage as a people.