At a party last night, a woman asked where I am from. I told her my hometown. She said, “No, no, no, where are your parents from.” I thought, “Oh, boy, I know where this is going.” So I told her my father is black and my mother white. She wanted to know what part of Africa he is from. I told her my father’s first cousin got the mitochondrial DNA tested and it was from Ghana, but both mDNA goes mother to child so his relationship to this cousin is through his father makes and in the amount of time since they probably left Africa, that would be one of a 128 to1024 ancestors  so not really relevant. She dismissed the latter part and said I really look Egyptian (as her husband is Egyptian). She says a number of Ghanaians have immigrated to Egypt. I must have had a weird look on my face because she said at that point if she was boring me we did not have to talk about it. Her main point is I look a lot like her husband. Enough for her to think I was Egyptian.
Since I look enough like any number of relatively brown skinned people from all over the world and sport a scarily bushy beard, some people make interesting first impressions about my background. I have heard Greek, Saudi, Persian, Indian, and other Middle Eastern. Egyptian fits nicely. Still not Egyptian.
Though I am amused.
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