My friend's name is Kwame and he lives in the busy city of New York now. He had traveled from the colorful streets of Accra, Ghana, to the tall skyscrapers of America. Along with his aspirations for a better life, Kwame carried with him a souvenir from his grandmother, a gorgeously woven Kente cloth that represented his ancestry. Push and pull forces combined to influence Kwame's choice to leave Ghana. The lack of prospects and financial difficulties he experienced in his native country served as a catalyst. Because of the high unemployment rate and his degree and talents, Kwame found it difficult to find steady work that would allow him to support his family. However, the appeal of the "American Dream" that he had heard so much about was what drew him in. Hard effort and perseverance seemed to be the keys to unlocking doors that were locked to him back home in the country of opportunity.
Kwame boarded an airplane for the first time and headed for the United States, packing his baggage and holding onto the Kente cloth with hope in his heart. Kwame faced several difficulties adjusting to his new life in America, most of which had to do with his identification as a black African. It was clear that there were cultural gaps, and Kwame frequently struggled with preconceived notions and preconceptions about Africa. He wore the Kente fabric like armor, a symbol of pride, while he dealt with the challenges of being a black immigrant.

– JB

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