My African Narrative

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“You didn’t come here to fight,” said my mother as I was lying in the hospital one day. This was the last thing I wanted to hear from my parents. However, it was my first reality check. It all started during recess when I was just eleven years old. Recess was that time when kids run around like idiots, socialize, and forget about the classroom for forty-five minutes. As we got ready to go downstairs one of my fellow classmates decided to push and skip me. I didn’t pay any attention at first, but then he started making fun of my African background. As soon as I turned my back on him he pushed me to the ground. I tried to get up fast, but suddenly one of his friends hit me with a chair. Everything stopped; my head was spinning, and I stumbled like a drunk as I fell on the floor. I woke up the following day in the hospital, and saw my mom and dad looking at me with disappointment. After seeing my parents faces I was in more pain than before. I couldn’t get their expressions out of my mind, which seemed to say that they didn’t care it wasn’t my fault. Why? For weeks I couldn’t eat normally because my month was all stitched-up. One day my mom came to the hospital alone, she started crying…show more content…
According to my African culture if a child succeeds then the mother succeeds as well. Success is not just an individual endeavor, but involves the family and community. My father emphasized that, “School is the first test in life. If you can’t stick with it you won’t be able to complete anything.” My degree will show the completion of my first task in life, and will ensure that all my mom sacrificed was for a greater good. A college degree is significant because it guarantees financial stability, signifies shows that I am successful. I will be the first in my family to obtain a college degree. My family and I will be finally complete. That feeling of accomplishment, joy, and relief in my heart is worth striving for, and

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