You’re not African American, you’re American. You guys just say African American so you can have some relation to Africa.
These are the words that were spoken to me from a Nigerian lady that I attended college with. It was hurtful to hear her say this. I have traveled to Zambia twice and the first time was challenging. In a debriefing session I explained to the white people on the trip, that my entire life I had been told that I am African American, and here I was in Africa, my Motherland, with no culture to call my own. When a man in the market realized that I couldn’t speak Bemba, he told my Zambian host that I should be ashamed of myself for not knowing my language. He didn’t know that I wasn’t from Zambia, because everything about me, along with the rest of the African American community screams Africa. While in Zambia, I noticed how Zambians looked just like African Americans back home. It was very evident that African Americans were from Africa.