Sommasichukwu Egbuna is my full name.
A name that explains my Nigerian heritage, the history of my family, and the sum of my existence.
I would bury it in middle school because of the rise of xenophobia, but during my sophomore year, the name started to rise up as I explored myself once again.
This time, I embraced it.
When I finally came to a new school junior year, I happily made a new identity through a name that already ran through my veins.
This piece was made in the middle of junior year, during all the turbulence that I wasn’t prepared for. The overwash of green puts both of my identities into a balanced state of confusion and stability, akin to the duality of being a Nigerian-American. To the left stands a girl who still looks back on her past to determine what step to take. She’s too afraid to look at the camera, let alone make eye contact with the girl to the right. Throughout this tension, they’re still holding hands and connecting on a shared name.
A younger, unsure me passes the torch to what her dream self would be. She desperately wants to be the girl in front of her—so free, she’s hallowed out. Who is so full of love that she deems me superior.