Growing up, I got into a lot of arguments trying to protect my tribe. I once took on a full classroom (full of hormonal boys whose voices were the definition of bass) and made everyone get punished because of the noise the argument caused. Our proprietress stood up for me and I wasn’t punished even though my tiny voice was the loudest. She’s dead now but it’s one of the things I’ll never forget about her. She liked me; so her judgment may have been biased or based on pity for the minority, but whatever her reasons, she had my back that day and I’ll forever remember. I’m Ngwa. I…