Since I have been home from Ghana I have been asked about my cultural origin numerous times. It perhaps is because I have been sporting the bags and jewelry that I purchased in the motherland. It could be that my afro has enjoyed being out and about more frequently, or it could be because my name is so "exotic" sounding. Heck a boy in Ghana asked me if I was Ghanaian after hearing my name.
I have not gone a week without someone asking me or a person I'm with if I am African, and to me it is the most fabulous compliment. Lots of black Americans though take it as an insult and calling someone African has been used as a cutdown for as long as I can remember and that has always hurt my feelings.
But, not to go into a rant about the African diaspora and the brainwashing that black Americans have gone through about the continent, I am totally estatic that my Africaness seems to be so pronounced these days. In fact I have been asked out by three African men and one from Trinidad in the last month. What can I say I'm international baby. I do wonder what has been so appealing to these men from across the ocean that is attracting them to me, so I asked of course.
One said I looked like an interesting person, he later admitted that my hair being on one hundred thousand trillion the day he met me. He said I looked like a "free spirit." Another said "my smile was breathtaking" which is weird because I totally hate my smile.
To make a long post short, or bring this short post to an end I now tell all new people that I am from Ghana and cheese super hard when someone ask me if I'm African.
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