Almost two years ago, when the Chibok girls were snatched from their beds in the darkness and tossed into oblivion — I penned an essay that basically thwarted any hopes we had for their safe return.

But prior to that — about a week before the unthinkable transpired — I had an insightful conversation with a good friend of mine about the country of my heritage.

Nigeria. There is no specific way to establish the bipolar relationship I have for a nation that treats its citizens with such disdain.

Growing up in Nigeria taught me to truly appreciate the fact that I was also American. I knew there would be a way out when I was all grown up and ready to claim my birthright.

Funny thing is that now that I’m all grown up and claimed what’s rightfully mine — there is still the feeling of not belonging.

Anywhere.

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SEE ALSO: Malala’s Open Letter to Parents of the Kidnapped Chibok Girls – 

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