In a city with a population of about one million, there are few things more popular than black culture.
It is what is expected of a city in which the majority of residents are black, with the exception of a few areas of white people.
And if you live in that area, you know the black community.
The internet, however, is a different beast.
When I moved to London in 2007, I never imagined that the internet would one day turn me into a black person.
I knew I would eventually find my place in the world, I thought.
I was wrong.
The first few years of my life were filled with the excitement of finding my place on the internet.
The first book I bought was a book called “A Brief History of the United States,” a book that gave a history of America that I could relate to.
My first internet friend was a white woman who spoke fluent English and seemed very knowledgeable about her subject.
I became hooked on the topic of black history, and the world’s largest online community became my community.
I began reading about the history of slavery, racism, and colonialism in Africa, the United Kingdom, the US, Australia, and Canada.
My internet friend introduced me to a group of white internet strangers, and I became enamored by their diverse backgrounds and opinions.
I discovered a world that was not defined by race, ethnicity, or culture, but by their stories of living in different worlds.
The internet, they said, could be their place to explore their shared world.
A black friend of mine, a doctor who had been working in a hospital in the UK, told me about his own life as a black man.
He had grown up in a white family, and had been bullied and discriminated against for being black.
He was proud of his skin colour, but he had never known himself as black.
I had heard that being black was shameful, and that being white was a shameful place.
I found this perspective, and others like it, inspiring.
I could see myself being different.
I also learned that there were many more of us out there, just like my friend.
There were black men, black women, and white people, all living their lives as members of the same community, and there was a strong desire for us to find our own way.
I wanted to be like them.
I felt that being different meant being different in the way I wanted, and having a place to belong.
I became interested in black culture and history, but I did not realize that the online world was a place where black people were being marginalized and oppressed, too.
I started to question what it meant to be black.
And that was the beginning of a journey that would take me to places I never knew existed.
The internet is a place that is constantly changing.
In the beginning, black people felt excluded and shunned by their community.
They felt that their stories were told too often, that there was no room for them.
The only way for me to feel connected to my community was through a black internet friend, and even that had its limitations.
My internet friend made me feel like I could talk to my black friends, but she was not the same person as my black friend.
At first, I found my black community very isolating.
I struggled to understand how my black people could not be like me.
They were not the way they were portrayed in media, or in public spaces.
In my first few days, I felt like I was in a dark room, alone, and in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When I finally reached out to my online black friend, I began to feel more connected to them.
She spoke to me in her own words and was a powerful example for me.
I came to understand that we were all just as much people, and as worthy of respect, and dignity, and acceptance.
By this point, my black online friends had grown to include women, people of colour, and trans people.
I even met some of the first black women in Britain.
But my online friends did not become my friends.
They became my mentors.
My online black friends became my friends, my mentors, my role models, and a place of learning about black history.
They taught me how to connect with others in my community, but also taught me about my own life.
My friends were not only my confidantes, but my role model.
The power of a mentor is not limited to being a black woman.
A black woman can be the person who makes a difference in the lives of other black people, by creating and supporting the networks that are available to them and by being a catalyst to change the status quo.
The power of black mentorship is that it helps people connect with each other and create a better world.
In the year and a half since I joined the black internet community, I have had the privilege of becoming an inspiration to my friends and my community members.
I have become more than