These are two words I read on a post by the political blogger Omojuwa on Instagram. You have no idea how profound these words were to me. For a while now, I have been thinking a lot about my identity, which I’m sure so many people have been doing. But for me, because I spent the longest time being as un-African as I can (surprise surprise) coupled with coming to a country like England at such an impressionable stage in my life meant I had a crisis of identity within the confines of my being. However, the more I delved into literature and Pan-Africanism as well as meeting strong, opinionated and proud Africans, the more I became accepting of my identity. The biggest issue for me at this stage became the use of my full name.