by Nezeziyah Sakuhai

My brother cross-examined me as though I were at an immigration hearing on the verge of being deported.

"What's your goal?" he pressed.

“I live in Africa because I chose to devote myself to indigenous African culture…I want our children to receive a better education rooted in their own heritage…I am helping redirect our descendants back toward Africa...” I stammered. Even over the phone, I felt the pressure.

"But what are you getting out of it?" he pressed.

I thought I had just explained that.

"Who is it over there that you're trying to be like?"

I finally admitted, "I can't translate my goals in a way that you will understand."

"I feel like you're being condescending," my brother replied.

Long after we hung up, I replayed the conversation in my mind. Then I remembered that he was a judge.