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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Taiye Selasi on discovering her pride in her African roots
There I was, heartily lauding Ghana in all of its peace-loving,
hard-working glory, only to spiral out at one comment about my Ghanaian
father. I was passionate about Africa, yes, but wasn't proud.
I couldn't be. My tie to Africa – my African father – was standing in
the way. Ileane was right. What I'd felt in Jamaica was shame about my
family saga: the poverty, polygamy, one stereotype of African
dysfunction after another. It had always seemed a matter of mere
politesse to skip these sordid details when describing to a stranger who
I was. But my grief at Percy's (spot-on) guess suggested something else
at work: a need to obscure both where and who I came from.
Intellectually, I perceived myself as a product and champion of modern
west Africa. Emotionally, I perceived myself as a west African
polygamist's daughter. What I needed was some other way to know myself
as African, apart from as heir to my parents' hurts.
For this, I had to go home. Enjoy