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My Name is Boluwatife Ogunbodede

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In 5th grade, I moved from Lagos, Nigeria to New York City. Right away, I learned that my name, Boluwatife (pronounced bow-luh-wah-tea-feh), is a tongue twister for many Americans. They just cannot get it right.  In school, almost everyone butchered my name. With every mispronunciation, the laughter of my ignorant peers was never far behind, […]

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Missing My Elderly Friend

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I grew up in Bylakuppe, a huge Tibetan settlement in India. When I was in 10th grade, my class was assigned to volunteer at the nursing home. We visited every Sunday for a whole year, even though Sunday was our only free day out of the week, since we had school Monday to Saturday.   My […]

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Finding a Supportive Home

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I was 13 and it was almost summer in Florida. It was a sunny day and my best friend and I were walking to my house after school. When I got home, the atmosphere suddenly shifted from bright and lively to dark and gloomy.  My mom immediately asked me for my phone, so I gave […]

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Choosing Myself

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In 17 years, I’ve had to move more than 10 times throughout New York City. In 3rd grade, I attended five different schools. As a child, I never understood why my family moved around like a military family, but now I know some of the reasons.  When my twin brother and I were born, my […]

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