TO GO OR NOT TO GO, THIS IS THE QUESTION

Today my uber driver was a Ghanaian who have resided over 20 years in the u.s., the last of his sons just graduated from college in the u.s., so he is free to return to his home.

I think this is typical of many Ghanaians, although I don’t have a statistical magic ball. This man tells me he was able to immigrate to the u.s. because the UN hired him and brought him over.

After almost 20 years, his job ended at the UN so he worked for Coke-a-cola for an additional 5 years.

He is one of the few Ghanaians who spoke clearly about the need to be liberated from western chains that still have the power in this country.

He spoke about the erasure of Ghanaian history that is happening now, after people fought so hard to tell and embrace this history and culture after liberation.

The way he talked about Ghana is similar to the way I talk about the u.s.ofa.

One of the most devastatingly true things he said was that if Ghanaians could get visas and travel legally to the u.s., he thought the u.s. propaganda was so prevelant 9 out of 10 Ghanaians would leave for the amerikkkan nitemare.

So now I get to ask Ghanaians another question: if you had a good job where you were making good money, a nice place to live, the ability to provide for your family, enough food and fresh water to thrive, would you still want to go to the u.s.ofa.?

100% of everyone I asked said firmly “hell (my word) no”. They said over and over again that they want to leave to work.

But I’ve alreay talked about that.

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