My biracial daughter must have been six when she first asked me why my accent changed when I spoke to my white colleagues over the phone. I explained that I couldn’t speak to them the way I spoke to my mum, for example, because they would complain that they didn’t understand me. Why? Whenever I spoke to my mom, I spoke in West African Krio, a melodiou…
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