We’ve all been called names once or twice in our lifetime, but what’s an Akata? Being a teenager comes with enough problems. But when Iyore is constantly being criticized for having a Nigerian father by Black friends, and being outcast by Nigerians for having an African American mother, she’s left feeling like a nomad belonging to no one. Most think of discrimination from the perspective of one ethnic group mistreating another. However what does it look like when discrimination happens against people within the same ethnic background? As Iyore matures and matriculates from middle school to college, will she denounce one culture for the other or will she learn to embrace them both to create a stream of flowing unity?