Yes, I'm handsome. I know I am. I'm like a king in his regalia.
With pride rising like lava above a mountain and a heart pumping for continuity in grace. I'm African. I'm Nigerian. I'm Yoruba.
This is not about me. It's about the one true tradition that expects subconscious gestures.
And what matters now is that, sometimes, the weight of tradition can be unbearable.
My best friend on Medium is Indian. My Medium mum is originally from Trinidad & Tobago with a lineage of multiple ethnicities. My Medium aunty is British. I've got friends who are Caucasian and many others from various races.