The United Nations is sleeping on our living room floor
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Black Lives Matter. I can hear the collective gasp from my sons and husband with whom I have argued over years about referring to themselves as black and relegating our culture to a color. My first born, Kairo, was especially vociferous, “But where are we from Mom, who are we?” “Africa,” I would respond. To which he would sarcastically say, “You know that Africa is a continent, right? Which country in Africa?” The truth is that I did not know, but I wanted it to be Ghana, as when I compare my Uncles’ features to those of former Ghanaian President John Kufuor, or former United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan or the artist El Anatsui, I am almost sure of it. I have often promised during these “heated debates” to have the family DNA test completed so that we could settle this question once and for all. It is still a box left to be ticked.
The United Nations is sleeping on our living room floor
The United Nations is sleeping on our living…
The United Nations is sleeping on our living room floor
Black Lives Matter. I can hear the collective gasp from my sons and husband with whom I have argued over years about referring to themselves as black and relegating our culture to a color. My first born, Kairo, was especially vociferous, “But where are we from Mom, who are we?” “Africa,” I would respond. To which he would sarcastically say, “You know that Africa is a continent, right? Which country in Africa?” The truth is that I did not know, but I wanted it to be Ghana, as when I compare my Uncles’ features to those of former Ghanaian President John Kufuor, or former United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan or the artist El Anatsui, I am almost sure of it. I have often promised during these “heated debates” to have the family DNA test completed so that we could settle this question once and for all. It is still a box left to be ticked.