My name is Hellina. I was born and raised in the United States. My parents were born and raised in Ethiopia. They immigrated here to the U.S. as young adults. At home, I was raised with strong Ethiopian cultural values. Away from home, I was just another black american kid. This blog shares various stories and opinions I have accumulated over the years as an Ethiopian American. These views are my own, based on my experiences. Issues discussed are cultural identity, socialization, struggles, relationships, and how to teeter totter between two worlds. Join in on the conversation with me.
Grandparents in Town for the Month My grandparents never came in town to visit just for the weekend. A visit from Ethiopia is not just a weekend thing. It lasts atleast a month. My grandparents used to visit for about 2-3 months at a time, pretty much until my grandfather said he was sick of … More Grandparents in Town (or in the Country)
I am an Ethiopian American. What does that even mean? Ethiopia is in Africa, why not call myself African American; or why not simply call myself an African; or why not just call myself Ethiopian. Well that’s because all those other titles only describe part of who I am. Ethiopian American describes a person whose … More My Ethiopian identity crisis
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