God bless America
God Bless America.
In a tiny Nigerian village in West Africa.
Growing up under the tutelage of very strict disciplinarian parents.
Going to school five days a week on barefoot and a rickety school uniform.
Accompanying mom to the farm on Saturdays,
Beginning the new week with a Sunday mass.
Troubled with the trials and tribulations inherent in third world
countries. At times thriving only on two meals a day.
Graduating high school was almost near impossible.
Tuition funds were scarcely available.
Attaining University education- a big hurdle.
Then the green light came on, emigrating to America.
Sitting near a white lady in an airplane.
Coming to America enroute Holland, a wonderful
experience of the western world. Looking through the tiny airplane window to catch a glimpse of the Western world from thousands of miles above sea level.
A glimpse of the statue of liberty very fascinating as we approached New York in a KLM flight from Holland, smiles on my face, joy in my heart.
Touching down at JFK airport, one of the greatest joy my life has brought.
Looking through the windows of the taxi. A brand new life in America.
Dazed with amazement of the beautiful America,
The nice roads, healthy trees lining the streets. America, the beautiful land. Then like every other person, the race began.
Starting life anew, a challenge. A couple of jobs to get
by to fit into the system. A couple of hurdles to clear,
all in the name of living the dream. Now settled in America,
realizing the dream bit by bit, experiencing the fun, counting the difference from my mother land, Africa.
God bless America.
