Way to go, Josephine.

I wear my root on my sleeve. However, they’re many people who don’t know where they came from. I’m reflecting on a day old baby dump in a restaurant’s dumpster (true story). How would this baby trace her root fifty years from now?


With context, some adopted children and many African Americans in the US don’t know where came from originally. And, often people make them uncomfortable by asking them, “Where are you from as soon as they are in the environment when the society think a black person should not be . For example, a black doctor in the hospital, a black broker moving money on Wall Street, or a black customer in a high earned store or restaurant.

Yes, our root matters and people who know their root must be proud and others who don’t have an idea where they came from can live in a free society without shame.

Many years ago, a dentist student asked me , “where are from?” I told her and brought out a pocket world map from my bag and showed her where Nigeria was located.

We had lovely conversation while she cleaned my son’s teeth. Then I asked her, “where are you from?” She looked at me with shocked and responded, “ I have never asked that question before? She thanked me for the question and struggled to trace her origin. She was about 25.


I’m a proud Nigerian and my American children are proud of their root with the job they are doing in Nigeria🇳🇬.

As always, a great story✅