Remember when they told us, “You’ll grow into it”, and then your school uniform comes back from the seamstress and it is baggy? Bad thing is, the uniform sizes never caught up with our real sizes. (any witnesses here???)
I’m not about to write a “Myself” essay. Remember those essays we had to write in primary school? They felt very indulgent and by the time you were done, your teacher actually knew all about your short life. Not that we cared.
I am Ghanaian and apart from sometime in 2001 in the midst of religious riots while living in Nigeria, I’d never felt my life to be in serious danger. And then just yesterday, I watched a video sent by my Malawian American friend about how South Asians were part of the racism problem in America.Continue reading “My Black Life, Far From Home”
Speaking of snakes. I turned my head one morning (working at home, of course) and there was a lanky snake staring at me.