So where are you from? (Part 2)

Let's continue where I left off.

So, In Part One, I had told you my mother is 100% Nigerian, but I may be lying. Her grandmother and mother were almost as light as I am. She has cousins just as light as I am. In that region of Nigeria, there are many people who are light. So my hypothesis is that since that region has had interaction with white people for centuries, maybe somebody's daddy was a random sailor from a ship who headed back to Europe, and it was never talked about.  It’s our ongoing family joke. But I don't know if it's true or not. And it doesn't really even matter.

So where are you from? (Part 1)

Disclaimer: People have been asking for this post, and I was reluctant to write it. I felt that my ethnic background, and what I aim to achieve with this blog, are totally separate entities and therefore irrelevant. I don’t want to take away from the discourse, but in the end I was convinced to go ahead and write it, to give people an insight as to what shaped my decision to come to Nigeria.

JM2K: Just my two Kobo; the first of many...

I have decided I am going to have a portion of my blog where I voice certain things I am thinking about what I have seen so far. They won't necessarily be long or elaborate posts, just observations here and there about any and everything that crosses my mind. Opinion posts if you will (which shouldn't be confused with my informational ones). In my head, I even have delusions of grandeur fantasies of filming myself. We'll see what happens with that. Since I probably will barely be able to keep up with writing I won't make any promises.

Ma Raison d'etre : What I hope to achieve

Good, not so good and bad.

This blog exists for me to express all and any feelings I might have about life in Nigeria. I started it because I think a lot everyday about why I am in Nigeria, how I got here, and what I can do to make it better. I don't know if that is a lot, but it's worth a try. Every little bit helps, right? 

You moved where? How I ended up here.

My mom had been suggesting I move to Nigeria for a while. As you may or may not be aware, I had been living in Korea for quite some time. I knew it was time to leave, but I was being stubborn. You see life was comfortable there, and while I could not do what I dreamed of, I had everything I needed to be physically satiated, although mentally (when I allowed myself a moment with my thoughts) I was torn and confused.