My cultural roots are something illusive.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You experience other cultures to give you a kind of shock that makes you look at your own culture. You appreciate it more as a result of being out of it, but you also realise there are some things lacking in your culture.
I guess, like most foreigners, when you're away, you see your own culture being even more strange. But where I come from and my roots mean a lot. I miss my family and my friends. Something I've realized as I've been traveling is that it's more about the actual people than the actual place.
I'm much more attracted to the miscegenation of cultures than to harmony.
Many countries had a hand in raising me. I am the product of many contradicting philosophies and cultures... My entire universe is comprised of these foreign traditions. If any one of these experiences are to be ignored, I wouldn't be the same.
I've got tremendous respect for different cultures, for the food and everything.
My African roots made me what I am today. They're the reason I exist at all.
Living in different cultures helped me work out who I was going to be, separate from where I came from.
I come from a country and also a continent whose identity is in the making. We're a very young culture, and I think that things are not yet crystallised.
There was a time when I was knocking on doors and concerned with being recognized in dominant culture. I've found a space where the terrain is different, where I'm embraced by people like me, and where I'm building new ways of doing things, as opposed to trying to insert myself in a place that might not be welcoming.
I really hold on to my culture because it is what made me.