"My mother is a Georgian and my father is a Nigerian. Because of my skin colour, people are surprised when I start speaking in Georgian. I am always the centre of attention on the street. People observe and look at me differently. There were times when someone called out „Look, a N...r“ when they saw me. I am used to it now. I don’t pay a lot of attention and I’m not worried either. Generally, strangers always ask me if I have a tan or which country I came from. When I go to a church, people are surprised that I am a Christian and pray, while I was actually born and raised here.

I remember one story. My sister was taking a cab. It was cold and she was dressed in a way that you could barely see her face. A driver saw an African-American walking in the street and started calling him names. He said: Why the hell do these N..rs come here? He said proudly that once he refused to let an African-American woman get in his cab. My sister didn’t say anything. When she got out, she removed her mask and the driver saw her face. He was embarrassed and turned red.

Of course, such attitudes are very unpleasant. We shouldn’t differentiate people based on their skin colour. We belong to the same race – human race and I believe that we need to respect each other’s differences or similarities. I live here, I go to school here, I have my childhood friends, new acquaintances and I’ve never had any problems with them. To the contrary, I am very happy and I am not going anywhere.“