A few years ago, I decided I wanted to know more about my ancestry. I was hitting dead ends talking to anyone on either side of my family. I honestly had only recently found out that my paternal grandfather was adopted and we only had limited information about his birth parents. Couple that with that fact that my maternal grandparents were both deceased (as one was my paternal grandmother) and you can see how I was in a bit of a pickle.
I looked online and found ConnectmyDNA.com. I purchased a kit from them to test my DNA to see if they could isolate it to specific regions.
Upon looking at the results, I then began talking to the elders of the family. I concluded that the data from Region 5 is my paternal great grandfather (We did know that he was Caucasian). After speaking with my eldest Uncle on my Mom’s side, we concluded that my region 2 has to come from my West Indies great grandmother. He knew more about her than my Mom did because he was able to hear the stories from my great grandfather (his grandfather).
I’ve always found it a bit troubling to not know my place in the world. Because I know that Black people came to America via the slave trade. And even with Namibia being my strongest influence of African DNA, I still have quite a bit from Uganda, Eq Guinea and Angola. All of which were apart of the slave trade. I still have a lot more digging to do but it’s amazing the results that I’ve come up with from just a few conversations.