Black Panther likkle review/Africans vs African diaspora discussion

Hey family!

It’s been a little while but I’m back on here again with my 2nd ever blog post. I don’t know how frequent my posts will be, at the moment I’m just going with the flow.

Sooooo the Black Panther movie! I was meant to do a movie review on this in February when I watched it but I sort did one on Facebook when the aftermath hype was fresh & the dialogue was full effect. I’m not going to do much of a review on it as I feel it’s been done to death and I wanted to elude to what I thought was a central theme from the film. I’ll get to that in a moment.

Regarding the film I thought was amazing for its cinematography & visuals. I loved the subtle nods to contemporary modern black culture and the inspiration from ancient African history, particularly regarding the costumes and the ancestral veneration when the characters travelled into the ancestral plane when they drank the heart-shaped herb. I found myself siding with N’Jadaka/Killmonger than I did with the film’s protagonist, T’Challa and these two characters lead to the meat & potatoes of this particular blog post.

T’Challa to me represented the Continental African and N’Jadaka/Killmonger represented the African diasporan. T’Challa born into African aristocracy and wealth believed that Wakanda should isolate itself from the wider world and should only deal with matters pertaining to Wakanda. N’Jadaka/Killmonger was born in the hood in Oakland, California to an African-American mother that we know nothing much about in the film & a Wakandan man who was deemed a traitor to Wakanda for wanted to help liberate black people across the world with use of the valuable mineral, vibranium.

What resonated with me most in this film was despite the fact that T’Challa & N’Jadaka were literally blood cousins, T’Challa saw him as an “outsider” and not a “True Wakandan”. This rhetoric is readily on display in the motherland but some ignorant individuals that believe that African diasporan are not African and don’t belong in the motherland. Those of us with some level of enlightenment (I hate the words ‘woke’ & ‘conscious’) understand that this sentiment has been brought about by the scourge of white supremacy. If they fully understood the implications of the dreadful history of Maafa (the transatlantic slave trade) that still plagues black people today they would change their ignorance. African diasporans upon hearing this sentiment are rightfully angered and upset. Imagine you are forcefully taken from your home continent to an alien continent and kept their beyond your will for hundreds of years and you are being rejected by your own blood as if they are ashamed of you. It invokes pain in many African diasporans and this is something Continental Africans need to understand & fully comprehend so we can reconcile, reconnect and heal as a race of people. Consequently, you then get the other side of the coin where some ignorant African diasporans negatively talk about about Continental Africans and the motherland and vehemently reject their African identity. Again, if they truly did their research and found out who they were they would be in for the shock of their lives!

So solutions. Anybody that knows me in real life or online knows that once I identify the problems, I like to come up with the nitty gritty of solutions so that we can solve said problem. I feel my role as a Continental African is to bridge the gap between Continental Africans and the African diaspora. I eluded to my DNA tests in my first blog post a few months ago and I connected with 2 of my dear cousins when I travelled to Chicago in 2016. I read alot of African diasporan history and research the news of goings on so I can get full picture. Additionally maybe because I’m a self-confessed Garveyvite I think a bit differently from some in that I see all black people on the globe as my people. I don’t care if you’re Nigerian, Jamaican, American, Haitian; to me we are African. If we were applied this realm of thought we can get closer to uniting as a people and shattering the shackles of white supremacy.

Peace, love & Abibifahodie family.


Hello world/Finding my roots – Part 1

Hey guys, my alias is 22nd Century Ancestor and this is my first ever attempt at a blog (Gulp lol). Bear with me as I will be writing my musings on my ancestral journey, life, love, music, food, travel and whatever comes into my mind.

My journey into my ancestral journey began in the summer of 2014. I always knew who I was (I’m Nigerian-Sierra Leonean born in the UK) but beyond my grandparents, I just wasn’t able to go further back in my family tree and this frustrated me highly. I was pondering what I could do to cure my curiosity and the idea popped into my head to take a DNA test in order to find out my ancestry. After thorough research I initially settled with African Ancestry ( based in the United States. Their mission statement was that they could trace your maternal and paternal lineages and pull up the names of the ethnic groups and countries that you belonged to. I was sold straight away! I started off by purchasing the maternal test kit and it took about 2 weeks to be posted. When I received the kit I was so excited and just eager to get the ball rolling and provide some samples so that I could trace my roots. After providing the adequate saliva sample and sealing the package really tightly, I made a beeline for the Post Office and with excitable energy mailed it to the African Ancestry HQ in Maryland.

Within 6-8 weeks, after a lengthy proportion of anticipation I received my package with my results inside. I was trembling with excitement and hurriedly ripped open my package. I discarded the peripheral pamphlets of information and opened my results certificate. It stated that with 99.7% confidence that I shared maternal lineage with the Bubi people living in Bioko Island. A range of emotions took over me; shock, excitement, happiness and confusion. I immediately tried to piece all the newly found information together. Firstly, where was Bioko Island? For one that was fairly well versed on the African continent this was the first time I had ever heard of Bioko Island. I discovered it was a small island that was a part of Equatorial Guinea that was near Cameroon and Nigeria. I tried to figure out how and why my Nigerian roots didn’t come up prominently in the results. I belong to the Ijo people of Nigeria on both my maternal and paternal lineage, both of my parents were born and raised in southern Nigeria so I was convinced that it would appear!

Nonetheless I tried to do some more research and then I came to conclusion that maybe the proximity of Bioko Island to my mother’s home city of Port Harcourt may have led to my maternal lineage being located in Bioko Island which upon reflection blew my mind!

To wrap up I would thoroughly recommend getting a test with African Ancestry. Alot of prominent African-American celebrities and politicians have used it such as India.Arie, Oprah Winfrey and Condoleeza Rice so it comes highly recommended.

You’re not an African because you’re born in Africa. You’re an African because Africa is born in you. It’s in your genes…. your DNA….your entire biological make up. Whether you like it or not, that’s the way it is. However, if you were to embrace this truth with open arms….my, my, my….what a wonderful thing – Marimba Ani