The Beauty in Exposure
Allow me to start out by saying that Africa is not a desolate and helpless continent seething in its own poverty. Anyone who thinks that when they start reading this might as well stop here because the rest of my little ramblings will sound redundant. Anyone who just said 'Africa is a continent?' should go read a Dr Seuss book. Others may proceed. I have been in America for a little over a year now, and already, my life has changed a bit more drastically than I anticipated. A sudden accident forced us to suddenly cut all material ties with Togo and uproot ourselves to come here. Although I have had a plethora of embraces accompanied by those dreaded words 'Welcome home,' I might as well be welcomed to a refugee camp. I suppose I have gone through different stages like they say Third Culture Kids do. I've tried being quiet, I've tried blending in, I've tried being even more cultured than I really am, and I've tried the detached cynic bit that mos