I was not expecting the results of my DNA test to arrive today, and I wasn’t expecting it in a brown envelope. I was not expecting my heart to beat so fast when I saw the African Ancestry logo and realised what was in the envelope. I did not expect to be able to contain myself till someone arrived who could record me opening the envelope, and I didn’t expect to feel such a wave of relief to finally have a place to feel connected to in Africa.
Knowing that my genetic ancestry was with people living in Cameroon was one thing, but as someone remarked, ‘It’s never clear-cut with you, is it Predencia?’
What he was referring to was the fact that I share genes with four different groups; the Bubi people living in Bioko Island (Equatorial Guinea), and the Tikar, Hausa, and Fulani people living in Cameroon. After much research on all four peoples I decided to ask the ancestors via dowsing. There was a resounding YES for links to the TIKAR people.
So unless someone tells me otherwise, that’s what it is. It feels like after five weeks (or all my life) of holding my breath I can breathe out.
Apparently Condoleezza Rice and Quincy Jones are also TIKAR.