I would say most of all fall in ‘Diaspora.’
If you’re still wondering what the heck is Diaspora, it basically means groups of people who live outside the area their ancestors or themselves have lived in.
Whenever I’m asked where I’m from, I pause a little. Not because I don’t know where I come from, it’s more because I sometimes feel like I’m too foreign to my own culture; therefore saying I’m from a certain place would be deceitful.
Both my parents were born and raised in Guinea, and so were my grandparents and their parents before that and so forth. I on the other hand, was born in Kenya and raised in Tanzania. So you can imagine where the confusion comes in. Naturally my parents tried to raise me in the Guinean fashion so that I wouldn’t feel alienated if I went back to Guinea. However, my parents were also trying to assimilate themselves into this new culture in Tanzania.
French and Fulani are some of the languages spoken in Guinea so these were the languages my parents thought me and in which we communicate with at home. Outside of the house however, I spoke English and Swahili which are the languages frequented in Tanzania. In my mind I had the best of both worlds; i was part of both the Guinean and Tanzanian culture. To other I was simply foreign.
Some summers I would go to Guinea but find that I did not fit in so well. I was often referred to as the Tanzania girl by my friends and family, not because I wasn’t from Guinea but because I had absorbed a lot of the Tanzanian culture. I spoke different, I dressed different, i liked different things. Back in Tanzania I was still considered foreign, not because we didn’t share a culture but because a piece of paper said I was.
So here I am. Too foreign for home, and too foreign for here.