A lot of the microaggressions that I had experienced in my previous school began fading, yet a new form emerged as I acquired a new name, “African-Booty-Scratcher”. My peers taunted me as they repeated that wretched insult over and over. I never understood what it meant, even to this day, but all I knew was the fact that my peers referred to me with a derogatory term simply based on the fact that I had a Kenyan Accent and followed a different set of social etiquette. Other than my mother, I never quite had someone fighting battles against racial slurs or anything remotely close, I just had to learn how to ignore those things, and surely, soon enough I became deaf to them. I believed that I lived in a perfect world and exemplary grades were my one way ticket to a prosperous …show more content…
I believe in a sense this allowed me to appreciate the fact that Kenya is part of my identity, yet at the same time, it made me feel so ashamed as there are so many things that need fixing, yet the government officials are either unable to make changes, or they are unwilling. Nonetheless, this opened my eyes to a whole new level of injustice. I began reading the Queen of Katwe after watching the film “The Last King of Scotland.” Both of these mediums hold such heartbreaking tales of the events that take place in Uganda. Watching the film, as well as reading parts of the book, have made me understand just how privileged I am. This is something that I hadn’t quite acknowledged before this life changing realization, because I always assumed that I had the least amount of privilege relative to the average person, as I was a black, poor, and a woman. Nonetheless, I have a voice, something that not many people in the same situation as me can say for themselves. I am not afraid to speak my mind, and during my stay in the United States, I have never been in a situation where death felt