The Last African Colony

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I have learned to feel empowered by rootlessness. Growing up first generation, far away from either of my parents’ homelands or families, I had trouble feeling that I belonged anywhere. In fact, I spent all of my time mimicking the people around me at any given moment, desperate for a singular, uncomplicated identity. America was my reality—but it was not my history. My histories were old and imbedded in the Mediterranean, the Eastern Sahara.

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