mmmhhhh…..the confusion of identity
They are the cute little nieces and nephews that visit once in two years from abroad. They have the best diasporic accents that make us smile. Then they resume their diasporic life after a month of holidaying ‘back home’. So where exactly is their home? Their new adopted countries that will always recognize them as immigrants or their abandoned country that will count them as diaspora? Having nieces and nephews all over the globe myself, I never realized the severity of the issue until I heard a teenage boy twenging the word cucu (kikuyu for grandmother) at a Kenyan event in Cape Town. He wasn’t the only one, kids were running around the place speaking in the Xhosa and Zulu accents with such pure ease that if it wasn’t for the occasion they might as well have been natives.
I do agree that…
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