Ozioma Nwabuikwu

There is a powerful history in my skin, a history that fought and is still fighting to be recognized as human and intelligent. Though our presence may be inherently and intrinsically political, we are carrying the torch of our ancestors, ready and waiting to pass it on for generations to come.

I’ve always (loudly) insisted that every single person in my family looks exactly like me. That we’re practically twins. This is a bit of an exaggeration.

These kinds of experiences baffled me because they were so nice.