Diaspora dialogue will have you vibin’ and jivin’ to our melanin melody, because the black community just has a way of putting literal and figurative color into life.
I knew I would gain professional experience that would hopefully lead to other opportunities. I got my first job post-college as a Multimedia and Student Development Intern at the very place I studied abroad. Though the job was extremely tasking and time-consuming, I still made time for my blog as much as I could.
And I snuck away to travel as much as possible too.
So the idea of me leaving a country she spent the better years of her life trying to assimilate into, was a bit insulting. And I asked God for forgiveness, not permission, soooooo, off I went.
I was pretty much half rebel, half @%$hole the majority of my life. Nigerian, if there’s something I want, there’s nothing that will stop me from getting it.
And God bless the Schengen zone, because it meant my American passport [and privilege] afforded me the opportunity to pass through 26 countries by plane, boat, train, or bus and I’d get to bypass any visas, fees, or paperwork.
And time and time again, I learned how there was still an overwhelmingly negative global perception of black people.
It means I moved to a new country (Spain) with less than to my name.
It means that I didn’t care to cross off bucket list destinations, as much as I cared to just experience any new territory that I could afford to get to.
I also made some decent change on weekends being my friends’ and teammates’ designated drivers.