Both me and my wife are professionals and we are both educated, every other day I think about the freedom my parents gave up for strip malls and suburbs. The only person who is happy is my mother because she gets to “stunt” on the other woman in the neighborhood. Idk if it’s Eurocentrism, colonial mindset of older generations, but sometimes I think my parents generation and to some extent Africans as a whole are sold a lie.
I barely have Somali identity and I struggle to speak Somali, even though I was born in Mogadishu. I grew up thinking “if somalia was worth it, I wouldn’t be in America” and now I’m both resentful and longing of the culture I erased from myself and most likely will never get to experience.
I’m not going to lie, my life is not bad, to some extent it’s better then being hungry, but the hunger you feel is not in your stomach.
I barely have Somali identity and I struggle to speak Somali, even though I was born in Mogadishu. I grew up thinking “if somalia was worth it, I wouldn’t be in America” and now I’m both resentful and longing of the culture I erased from myself and most likely will never get to experience.
I’m not going to lie, my life is not bad, to some extent it’s better then being hungry, but the hunger you feel is not in your stomach.