African by blood

Ever since i was born, i was brought up in the knowledge of my native language, my community personnel,  as i grew up i realized, i belonged to a country, i attended formal education. where i was fortunate enough to be among those who were brought up with such a privilege. my teacher introduced me to a continents of the world. i was so much anxious to know where i belonged and what she said " child, you are a true african".
Oh! so am an african? what does other take about africa what do africans view their continent? all i just admired was to see a platform where we chat and brag about our villages, that river we used to fetch water from, what about our childhood friends whom we used to swim with? are those stories still relevant?
i recall those beautiful scineries we used to go when we were young, when we used to hide every-time we made our mothers furious all in terms of running from being canned. all those memories brought to life and fresh in our day to day lives. reviewing back to the ages and revisiting the sites. for our children, children's to be proud of where their early fathers were from and the things they used to pass through.
if i was to be asked " what is it that you like about being an African?" I would simplify and give a simple answer "i cannot hate who i am". thus i hold my pride as an African and always will.