Despite having a strong sense of my African identity, I loved African-Americans. I loved them more than me, I knew them more than me. Will Smith and Bill Cosby graced my screen before I was convinced to trust the African film industry.
The term “African-American” is controversial and highly debatable, personally I have stood on the sidelines firmly glued to words that sprang up from Africans and African-Americans (or Black Americans, which some prefer) as both groups expressed their opinions in regards to the term. Perspectives abound, and “African-Americans are classless”, “I cannot trace my roots back to Africa, hence I am Black American” are only two of the countless sentiments that chronicle the tension between Africans and African-Americans. As inciting as the discussions we can derive from these perspectives are I will however focus on another dimension— African African-Americans, people of my generation who have quickly embraced this American culture thus permitting me to dare say that although I am African born, bred and raised sans ever gracing the Land of the free and Home of the brave, I am African-American.