At first, I knew who I was
But as the times passed on, I became ashamed of who I am
My mother is Chinese, My father is a Nigerian
Who is a Chinese? Who is a Nigerian? And What am I?
I can sense you feel my predicament by now
I don’t know what to call myself
My parents met in the United States, and that is where I was born
Well, then, I hear you say I am an American, right?
But at the age of 2 (as I was told), my dad relocated to Nigeria, along with my mom and I
To add salt upon my painful injury, I looked 70% like my mom
I was able to speak my language, very fluently
Funny as it may sound, people paid me money
Just so they could see a “white boy” speak “their” language
At 15, something else happened that changed the course of my life
Dad kicked the bucket, One of the many things I will never understand
Why would He do that when we had soccer balls lying in the house?
His family waged war against us and called mom a “witch”
They made several kinds of racial slurs against mom and I
I guess it was too much that Mom had to leave
We went back to China, in her hometown of Ji’nan
I was fifteen at the time, so, I would have known
What it felt like to go back and not be able to speak Chinese
My Nigerian accent was so thick
Thick enough to sculpt the whole The Terracotta Army
This went on for years that I had to go to a special school
In order to learn the language of my motherland
Now, 10 years later, I have mastered the ways of my people
But wait a minute, who are my people?
I was born in America, and I still shuffle back and forth for business meetings
My father is Nigerian and so he gave me a Nigerian name
I also speak a Nigerian language and once in a while battle with a bowl of foufou
Ma is Chinese, Apart from the fact that I look like one,
I speak the language and currently represent The People’s Republic of China internationally
Now tell me, Who am I? Or What am I?
A Nigerian? An America? A Chinese?