Look, I’m not trying to solicit sympathy or jeez even freaking pity with this blog post. I just want to give a glimpse into how I process life as a Black man in a White World, (that’s an actual song by the amazing Michael Kiwanuka, it’s great you should check it out). Of course, it goes without saying that these are my personal opinions and processes. No black experience is the same. Mine is that I’m a Yoruba man, who grew up in the Motherland, where my ancestry was a big part of my upbringing. A lot of African Americans don’t have that privilege which I took for granted for a lot of my life, so that’s one difference.