Who's Your Mentor?
On Monday (May 14th) we'll be running a segment about a national shortage of blacks participating the Big Brother/Big Sister program. The segment reminds me of just how much I wanted a mentor when I was growing up in England. Despite being surrounded by adults who grew up mainly in Africa, and who more often than not volunteered their advice and suggestions (not all of them taken well by me), I really wanted someone who could show me the way and tell me it was OK to have the specific issues that I had at the time.
The closest thing I think I had to a mentor was a family friend, Sandra Oppong, who was three years older than me. Like me she was an artist, and she thought Salt-N-Pepa were the best thing since, well, ever. She even got their hairstyle. (Hmm...) And she liked 5 Star, too. You know you remember them; they were the UK's answer to the Jacksons, only their Michael was a girl called Denise who actually kinda looked like Michael.

(That picture of 5 Star doesn't have much to do with mentoring, but I figure it's not every day you get a reason to put up a picture of 5 Star.)
For two years I sought Sandra's guidance on pretty much everything, but then we grew up, and we both changed. And while we remained friends, we just had different interests. She became a designer, and I went off to study history and literature. At university I found myself wishing I had a mentor again, especially after being told (rather patronizingly) I was somehow special for being one of less than TEN British-born black people accepted into my university that year.
Thankfully, I, along with a few other black freshmen, were found by a group of older students. They were of varying backgrounds, and they were able to help us negotiate our first year at university, because they understood what it was like to be different because of class, (lack of) wealth or ethnicity.
I also found mentors in my friends, who, like my first set of university mentors, come from diverse backgrounds. There was Tim, the English 'wide-boy,' (as I sometimes jokingly call him), who loved the band Pantera and also had (and still has) a very healthy obsession with Earth, Wind and Fire, and there was Priscilla, who became one of my mentors despite being younger than me. (When we first became friends, she depended more on me for advice!) These friend-mentors are now part of my extended family.
With time, I've come to realize that your mentors don't have to be older than you. They don't even have to look like you, they just have to be willing to relate to what you're feeling so that they can help you take your first steps toward progress, be it emotional progress, career progress, or just getting through the day.
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Tags: Big Brother | Big Sister | Mentor
7:04 PM ET | 05-11-2007 | permalink







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