All the Igbos that have abused me for being sagacious and understanding things and sharing them with them must at some point apologize to me.
I was fresh out of graduate school, worked only four years, after quitting my teaching job and working for a county mental health division (age 34) when the white man saw me as unusually talented in mental health matters and made me the executive director of his county mental health agency in Portland Oregon. I supervised psychiatrists who were older than my father. Folks used to ask where I got my brains and knowledge.
Because I was married to a white woman, her culture directed me to white folks; I stayed away from Nigerians. After years of staying away from Africans I came to their midst and read the abusive stuff they write. It did not take me long to realize that the slave selling culture they lived in, for over three hundred years, damaged their self-esteem and perception of each other. They put each other down
(Njakiri) for they had to devalue each other to be able to sell them into slavery.
