Updated: Jun 17, 2020
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One of my readers requested I speak on immigration. Don't worry, it will not be what you expect but please read and comment. Let me know your thoughts. I left Cameroon, West Africa at the age of 15 and came to America. We had been indoctrinated that America was the land of opportunity. It was only natural that we come...especially since I was in need of great doctors who could tell my mom what was wrong with her child. By God's grace, a process that takes people "donkey" years to get, only took me all of 10 minutes. The word of God says the steps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord. Meaning, before I knew what was what, God already set it in motion (Psalm 37:23). Needless to say, I do not know what I was expecting but the "American Dream" was not what I got! I perceive so many have gone through this process as well...so painfully.
First, let's talk about the American Dream...Get married, have two and a half children, a dog and a white picket fence. Do immigrants have this? Why Yes! But the process of getting there is so not the path more traveled. For example, my mom, Veronica Kette, a teach educator inspector from Cameroon came to America and had to begin from the bottom again. Can you imagine the humility an immigrant family has to go through to feed their families? It turns out, this is much more common than I thought. As I speak to my friends and their families, even from different countries, the feelings and experiences are very similar. A complete shock! What was expected and what you get could not be any further apart. lol! Nonetheless, our parents made it work.
Another tier of this immigration is children. The way they view or are viewed in school, the level of education, the weather, and just how large everything is. The transition can be brutal. A lot of immigrants are taught not to fight or cause trouble in school because..."I do not have money to bail you out!" my mom used to say. So, we learned to just be the best you could be in school and keep it moving. I remember not necessarily the events, but the emotions they elicited. It was in my senior year, second quarter, a fellow student told me they thought I was a substitute teacher...MY GOD...was my reaction! The names and my clothes never seem to be what was trending. However, children of immigrants know they have to work twice as hard. As our parents work three times as hard to ensure that we get our basic needs, we have to do our parts in school to ensure that we come out better and worth their hard work. If they are unable to attain the "American Dream", then, their hard work is supposed to furnish the children and the next generation with the tools for the "American Dream".
Is it all bad? Of course not! The possibilities are endless (notwithstanding the hedges and mountains you have to climb). Working hard, being the best you can, and following your parents' dreams for you (hehehe...doctor/lawyer) is the way to do things.