The only time you’re a “Black African” is when you’re eating that nasty looking soup in some Nigerian restaurant in Atlanta somewhere.I am proud of being Black American and Black African. Sucks you hate yourself and can't enjoy it the way I do.
And you’re “Black American” but you ain’t one of us, and I’m sure that become readily apparent as soon as you come around any of us for any reason.
So you can’t go back to Africa, and you’ll never be truly accepted here. You’re really a man without a country, a tether in the truest sense of the word.

