As the son of immigrants, I was taught from the beginning to
appreciate being cultured. From food to language to family rituals, my
household was different from the next on my block due to its infusion of Ghanaian
and American cultures instilled by my parents. My brothers and I were privileged
to be engulfed with the spirit of adventure and seizing the opportunities to
further our knowledge of the world. I grew up around too many kids who knew
never a father or mother or anyone who could act as a whistle blower and
announce that this world is theirs. I must extol my parents for opening my eyes.
Read "...And Everything In It" after the jump.