Rejected By My Own Kind

One thing I learned growing up in Nigeria is that most Africans in Africa look up to African Americans. The fact that African Americans were forcefully taken away from their homeland and still able to accomplish all they have is empowering to Africans in Africa. However, since I came back to the US, which has been years now; I haven't for the most part received a reciprocal vibe from the group of people I have grown up to admire, especially their men.
It is a shame that African-Americans see us Africans as foreigners who they don't want to be associated with. And it is even more mind boggling that African American men do not want to have anything to do with African women, except sex. Whatever happened to wanting to be connected to your roots. Whatever happened to the days when going to a party hosted by Africans was cool.
With that said, I have come to the conclusion that the days of my "gap bridging" efforts are over. And for my stance on this to be effective, I have decided not to hang around a group of people, who happen to be my own kind, yet consider me a foreigner.
I love my black men and I admire my black people, but if the feeling is not reciprocated, I will have to give up. I am not bitter, anger or a race snob, I just feel rejected by my own kind.