Gina Atinuke Knight’s white mum adored her, yet her childhood in a white family implied it took her years to embrace her darkness. Her hair was one of the main things she came to adore, which is the reason she turned into a hair blogger and wig-producer.
When I was eight or nine, my family begun going on band occasions. We went to wonderful spots like Clacton-on-Sea and Whitstable, however in all actuality, I found these occasions discouraging. I stood out like a sore thumb. I frequently felt the look of others, not on the grounds that I was generally the main dark individual in the band park, but since I was a little dark young lady strolling around with my white guardians.
I was conceived in a private facility in London in 1983, to my organic mum, a working class Nigerian lady.
When she brought forth me, she was 22 and unmarried. So she settled on the choice to abandon me being taken care of by a white “babysitter”. It wasn’t especially phenomenal for Nigerian guardians of the 80s to leave their youngsters being taken care of by white babysitters in the UK while they came back to live in Nigeria. It demonstrated a specific status. It would pass on a picture that the tyke would live in England, being taken care of by a white caretaker and taking in the Queen’s English. Be that as it may, the truth was far less glitzy.
We would live in the house with these white female carers and their families and, best case scenario, we would be dealt with like one of their own kids. In any case, this procedure known as private encouraging was totally unregulated, so I’ve heard some repulsiveness stories.
My natural mum put an advert in the neighborhood paper, searching for a babysitter when I was as yet an infant – 11 months old, to be exact – and whenever I would see her again I was six years of age.
A couple addressed the advert. They were regular common laborers individuals from south London and they turned into the general population who I would perpetually observe as my folks.
So I was a dark tyke living in South Norwood, in a prevalently dark territory with my white guardians and their two natural kids. Growing up, I was constantly mindful our skin appearances were changed, so I never had that aha minute: “Gracious, I’m dark and you’re white!”