As a person of color, I did have a bit of a scare coming to South Korea. I had heard from a few of my Korean friends that there are VERY few black people in Korea, and this was something I caught straight from the gate boarding the plane from America. I was literally the only black person on the plane. I won't say I felt any discomfort, but I did wonder how easy it was to spot me.
I was also told that some of the older generation here might be racist, since they might not be very exposed. But so far, I've been greeted with smiles and nods. I won't deny; I have been stared at and sometimes followed around--by children mostly--but it has amazed instead of offended me.
I also read about the misconceptions of Koreans about black people, and I was happy to break some of these negative stereotypes. Starting with the fact that we are smart and educated--not only our men, but our women, too. It was one of the greatest feelings to know I had made an impact.
Despite all this, I found out I was not alone. Like my dear friend Emmanuel once said, we Nigerians are everywhere. Handong University proved to be very global. I stumbled upon a couple of Nigerians and Africans from Uganda, Somalia and Kenya, to name a few. It was pretty exciting!