Mishell Hernandez speaks with Inolda Gansukh about her childhood experiences of both being black and Mongolian.
This is in effort to reach out to my fellow half-Mongolians. I may not be half-African, but this is nonetheless touching to find an Afro-Mongolian reaching out on multiple accounts, especially looking back on my experiences with an African exchange student not more than 2 years ago in university back home. She’s half-Nigerian & half-Kenyan (through the mother & father respectively), & has a couple of siblings back in her home in Lagos, & yes I’ve dated her a couple of times before. She was quite pleasant to be around, & this article ties to the experience in what it is to be African in my homelands through Inolda’s narrative. Even though our Mongolian parents were from the opposite kinds, I hence got off relatively better since it was from my bone. If you look back at one of my blog posts from a while ago, it also has my experience of what it is to be a hafu, so please read that too. I’d like to tell you more about her when the chance comes. Happy 150th post here, apunno paye yan.
