I, like many others, am an intersectional being. I am an African man. I eat Yoruba and Egun food and speak with a French/African accent. I have known extreme poverty and extreme wealth. I have experienced racism, anti-muslim rhetoric, and xenophobia across the world-- France, Hong Kong, Benin, and the US.
Around this time last year, I was celebrating the holidays by myself in my apartment in Durham, NC (my roommate and most of my friends went home for the holidays). It is not as bad as it might sound to some people because I appreciate the tranquility and my time alone. Spending the holidays by myself helped me reflect on my journey and the next step I need to take.