So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, today’s post is going to be relatively transparent. Now, over the last few years, I’ve been on a simultaneous journey of discovery and rebellion. Discovery in the sense of trying to connect with cultures that preceded me and rebellion in the sense of rejecting a lot of the pillars of Western colonialism. With all of that being said, taking a DNA test was part of that journey. Needless to say, I thought the results were pretty illuminating.
Now, after researching a bunch of different genetic testing services, my wife and I decided to go with MyHeritage. When it came to Ancestry.com and 23andMe, I just didn’t like how they got down with selling everyone’s personal and genetic information. Like, they’re just blatantly giving outside companies our shit, man. Look, I’m not foolish enough to blindly believe MyHeritage’s guarantees of not doing the same, but at least they’re restricting such open-ended access, for now.
Moving on, after about three weeks, my wife and I finally got our results yesterday. Now, when it comes to me, I’m about 74% Nigerian with another 14% pulling from various West African countries. The rest is an amalgamation of Irish, Middle Eastern and Chinese. Side note, I got a good chuckle out of the Chinese part, fam. Hell, on face value, there’s nooooo way to tell that my Black ass has any Chinese heritage. It’s pretty dope, though.
In any case, after getting these results, my skepticism about these types of exams subsided. I mean, I know for a fact that my mom’s side of the family has Irish folk in it and I know that my paternal grandma is of Nigerian descent. But, it’s still wild to see it all broken out, bruh.
The truth is, the older I get, the more that I feel the need to connect with Africa. One, because I have a hunger to learn about who we were before we were taken. Two, I feel a genuine lack of connection to a country that CLEARLY hates Black people (America). Three, I have a strong desire to unite with all of my brothers and sisters across the diaspora. All in all, it’s becoming very hard for me to feel at “home” as a stolen person on stolen land.
In the end, I haven’t scratched the surface of the journey that I’ve been on. Side note, religion is part of my rebellion, but that’s another subject for another day, son. In any case, I just feel refreshed after going down the DNA rabbit hole. All I can say is, Nigeria and Ghana are on my to-do list for the very near future. Shout-out to all of my brethren who already took advantage of the Year of Return wave. Salute! That is all. LC out.