Africa is home to one-third of the world’s languages – one of which I heard spoken in my own home growing up.
Although I never understood what my dad was saying in his native language, Yoruba, I was intrigued: first by why he was always talking so loudly (iykyk), and second by what it might mean to truly know our culture. Growing up in a predominantly white environment, I often shied away from embracing my heritage out of fear of being seen as different.
Technically, Nigeria was my first introduction to Africa – I had been there as a baby – but it wasn’t a place I remembered. As an adult, my understanding of the continent began elsewhere, through the majestic mountains of Cape Town and the swarming souks of Morocco. Those early trips deepened my curiosity about Africa’s diversity, history, and beauty.
In 2021, I returned to Nigeria as an adult and finally experienced the richness of my family’s culture through my own senses. From Lagos’ crowded streets and loud family gatherings to the bold, comforting flavors of my favorite dishes (egusi soup, anyone?), I found a piece of home I didn’t realize I’d been missing. That trip reframed what travel on this continent meant to me, sparking a deeper connection to my roots and erasing any lingering desire to shy away from this part of my identity.
My journey across Africa has continued to unfold – from the warmth (both in temperature and in people) of Accra to the many stories still waiting to be told. Each destination has felt distinct, yet deeply connected, showing me how powerful it can be to explore a continent that holds both history and home.
Africa has taught me how to see travel as a homecoming – and I hope my adventures here invite you to connect deeply with new places and the parts of yourself they reveal.
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