My Reality

My Reality

I am a first (and a half) generation Nigerian American woman: born in Nigeria, and raised in America, life was further blessed and complicated by being raised in a black church. It was in the black church where I simultaneously met and loved God and learned the “black way of life” while not quite fitting into the black community. I’m further entrenched in identity questioning via attending two white schools for further education. Being an American African, I have had a wonderfully complex life and experience being African, but not quite so and African-American, but not really. Feeling voiceless and often confused in both contexts, I have learned and loved embracing my voice as valuable and unique and, believe it or not, common.

I recognize that I am a complex being and in my history and experience lay insight that have been dormant too long. I have thousands of questions and tons of inklings, so I’m going to write about them and wrestle with them openly, for all to read.

Because I believe in communal exegesis, or learning about the ways of God through scripture with other people, I believe that I can’t figure things out on my own but that I can begin to know something only when others are thinking with (and many times for) me.

I believe in interpreting my life along with others because I am finite and don’t know everything.

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