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The plain truth is I don't know who I am. The reality is I am in the middle of an identity crisis. Sometimes I think I am a citizen of the world, united by a common human thread. At other times, I see myself as an African - proud and innocent; then there are seasons when I am convinced that I am a Nigerian with a strong wave of nationalism blowing a current of patriotism all over me. Sometimes I call myself a Kalabari man whose ancestral heritage is derived from the historic Abonnema stock. There are periods when I try to ape foreigners too. Like many Africans, I am a beneficiary of Western education and this has obviously impacted negatively on my culture and tradition. I speak fluent English, write, dress and think in the white man's way.
In school I was taught to relegate my beliefs and customs to the background, failure to do so is described as primitive - or being labelled "village boy". Everyday I create a utopia for myself using the cities and capitals of developed countries as standards of measurement. The village is where I dread to go to, given my so called "educated" status. I am alienated from my roots and ancestry. I struggle to speak in my native Kalabari tongue. I don't know much about my history and past even though I have mastery of what happens elsewhere. So, who am I? My answer is I am an African who has been polluted and desecrated by Western influences and values. Consequently, a daily battle of supremacy goes on in my mind. My heart tells me I am African, but my head tells me I am a foreigner. For Alambo to win an expense-paid trip to the UK and Bush house, text VOTE TUESDAY to +44 77 86 20 50 85 |
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