Celebration is at the heart of everything the African British does. I took this for granted. Work colleagues always seemed surprised when I say I am off to another party at the weekend.
Queen Elizabeth was just one queen that ruled a powerful nation – a continuous source of fascination. Indirectly, in blistering, sweltering, sunny, crazy beautiful Nigeria, I became a kind of royalist. Something that is somewhat considered old fashioned and uncool. But there you are!
Which is worse – a happy culturally rich sunny country beset by corruption where you’re defined by your sex or a rich cold country in which you are defined by race.
This is about how two strong identities could increase our sense of otherness.
In the first of this series I ask who is the African British. Now I want to know what it means to be an African… ( Read More )
African Britishness In terms of identity, I do not feel totally African nor totally British. I therefore call myself an African British. I am a… ( Read More )