I am 44% Nigerian

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The next time someone asks me what I’m mixed with by the looks of my hair and skin, I’m going to tell them I’m 74% African and 21% European.  My Negus, I made it.  To be quite frank, I’m 44% Nigerian.

I just received my DNA results.  After my high school and facebook acquaintance posted her results, I knew it was time to order my DNA kit.  It was quite easy to do too.  You order it, provide a saliva sample, ship it and wait for your results to be e-mailed.   Pretty simple and easy to do.  You can check out their site here.

I have a theory that a lot of Black people are confused because they don’t know their ancestry.   I have written some pretty ballsy blogs about cultural competency and ethnicity.  I agreed with Raven Symone to a certain extent because I don’t believe all Black people are just from Africa.  I never liked the term African American because it is very limiting and racist in general.  Not every dark skinned person is only from Africa.  As you can see, 21% of my ancestry came from Europe.  So because I’m predominantly African, am I supposed to excuse the rest of my ancestry?  The term African American doesn’t suit me anyway since I’m less than 2% American.

I think it is so important for people to understand who they are and where their people came from.  I am now interested in my Nigerian ancestors and what makes them who they are.  I think this topic is important specifically for Black women who have such a hard time accepting their hair.  Now that I know I have straight up Nigerian hair, it makes me appreciate it more and stop trying to make it act American.  America’s beauty standards are for Americans, whoever Americans really are because the last time I checked we murdered them all and celebrated Thanksgiving afterwards.

I’ve always been interested in my ancestry because I was adopted at a later age in life.  Although I know my biological mother, I have never met my biological father.  Sheila is still the mother I refer to and will always be my mother and was my mother before time began so don’t ever question her authenticity as my mother.  A mother is an action and not just a noun, but anyway, I’ve always been intrigued by my ancestry because of such.

Now that I know I’m part Nigerian it has truly changed my life.  You can call me Negus.  That’s what my people were called before they came over and lied to us about a heaven on earth and sold us into slavery.  They couldn’t pronounce it or didn’t care to and created the most derogatory term in history after my Nigerian people.  Just look at the word, you see it.

I just wanted to share my results with you all.  Thank you for checking me out.

#bfryspeaks

 

Geographical breakdown of my ancestry:

 

nigeria

africa

europe

pacific-islander

asia

america

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