By Osa Fasehun
I was a sophomore at Bowdoin when Donald Trump was gaining momentum in the presidential election in spite of his xenophobic rhetoric. Anxiously dreading a near-fascist regime in the event of a Trump presidency, I talked with my mother about getting reacquainted with Nigeria, my motherโs native country.
The talk did not go well and after debating the idea for an hour, my mother finally admitted, โWe have no place to go! The Nigeria I knew in childhood doesnโt exist anymore. I would be a foreigner in my own country.โ
What I initially took for exasperation in her tone was actually broken-heartedness. She had fond childhood memories of Nigeria as a beautiful and safe black country, so it pained her to know that I did not feel at home in Americaโmy countryโand that she could not provide me with an alternative.
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