Who am I?

As a black person living in the third world as branded I at times find my thoughts having taken me to levels where I would ask myself Who am I? This question lingers in my thoughts often from time to time. Looking back to trace my ancestry line seemed impossible as the furthest I could go in my blood line is until grandfather. It saddens as I completely feel lost. Hard enough is that there is no traceability that could give me a clue of who I am.