Deportation As Travel; a woman in a bright red foladora walks by a row of red and brown houses on a road bright with yellow dirt.

A Nigerian Girl’s Guide To Traveling After Being Rocked By Deportation

My name is Folasade Badetito. My names are Yoruba because I am a first generation Nigerian American. My parents emigrated to the USA in the early ’80s and subsequently birthed me. And then they were deported when I was 6. So I was raised by my aunts and uncles and moved around often. Growing up without my parents due to their deportation was a hardship. … Continue reading A Nigerian Girl’s Guide To Traveling After Being Rocked By Deportation

Traveling As A Transracial Adoptee On A Mission To Find My Birth Parents

Most people have baby photos taken in the hospital when they were born. The parents look sweaty, exhausted, but happy, with an infant swaddled in their arms. I don’t have hospital photos. I have airport photos. I’m what you’d call a “transracial adoptee.” And no, not “transracial” like that Rachel Dolezal nonsense. “Transracial adoptee” means that I am of one race, and I was adopted … Continue reading Traveling As A Transracial Adoptee On A Mission To Find My Birth Parents