In my last article, I covered Celebration, and as a confirmed foodie, I promised to do one on food. Although I did not start liking food until I was about 13 years old, I still loved the idea of food. However, the focus of this article is on African Britishness with respect to my life as a foodie and my experience with hawkers in ghetto Lagos.
After sitting down to analyse this, I realised that I carry a wealth of knowledge. On the outside, I would always be seen as a Black British or African British, or how anyone wants to term it. On the contrary, I know that everything that we are and would ever be is already within us. God declared it, and I believe it.
I feel it is just connecting with Him and pushing the right buttons. Of course, this is not to say that you don’t have to strive and nurture before you can bloom into who you are.
Let me explain. I believe the mixed upbringing I had as a child made me what I am. I grew up with my grandmother in my most creative and formative years. And now I imagine she must have found my incessant curiosity and need to experience everything challenging. Continue reading…