Written By: Kemi Ebun—Growing up as the teenage daughter of an Nigerian mother in urban America in the nineties was—as I described in the article Excuse Me Jay-Z, I Don’t Apologize For Liking Fufu—”equal parts awkward, hilarious, painful, experimental, joyous, and confusing.” For all my mother's faults that contributed to those "awkward, hilarious, painful, experimental, joyous, and confusing" years I spent as an embarrassed teenager, my grown up self appreciates, and has even come to love, my Nigerian mother—flaws and all. So here I share 10 things that I like—no, love—about my Nigerian mother.Read the 10 Things I Like About My Nigerian Mother in the latest issue of MIMI, Unapologetically Modern.African.Female.
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