My name is Abu Imoro. I am a young man of 22 years old from Ghana. I live in the northern part of Ghana in village called Tugu. Growing up as a child, I started my primary education late due to the absence of money to send me to school.
I lost both parents when I was 17 years of age, which appeared too tragic to me because I had no one to take care of me or my two sisters, Kubi and Rubi, and my Grandma.
Grandma used to sell Shea -butter to make a living for us after our parents died. Things started going bad when she was not able to have enough money to do so, making me the sole provider for our daily bread out of great toil and suffering. I use to walk about 4.9km every day in order to make a decent living in the main town - that is Tamale. Sometimes I could not get a job that will earn me something that could be used to take care of our meal just once or in maximum twice the next day.
Sometimes things could go worst for us when it rains, because I could not be able to make it to town to do that hard labor job to earn something for us. Things therefore went somehow out of hand and I was compelled to consider dropping out of school at the most crucial moment of my education - that is the very year we were supposed to write our final year exams in the secondary school.
I stopped attending school and concentrated on doing a day work that is the hard labor work in order to support my family. Well my absence from school for close to two months was brought to the notice of the school authorities, and I was prompted by a message from the head master to attend to his office. He then asked me the reason for my absence, which I explained. My story looked so sad and tragic and he was called upon by it to consider me to write the final exams even without the money to pay for the exams. The struggle continued when I completed the secondary education because again I could not extend my education due to the hardships my family and I were facing.
I had to continue being a man and a bread winner of the family for a long time. Something happened a couple years after the death of my parents. Grandma found a baby boy when she was walking by herself in the bush and she brought the child home. The next day she went to the chief of the village and showed him the boy she had found in the bush.
Well in Africa things sometimes happen this way. Somebody carries a child for nine months and throws the baby away because she cannot care for the child. The chief asked grandma to keep the babe until we found the person. Up to now we have not found the parents and he is three years old now. He is called David and we love him so much.
This hardship continue till I met a very good Samaritan in the person of Mrs. Carlene Schrank, who stood bold for me and my family and sent me back to an electrical school and also helped me a lot with regards to my family.
I would therefore be glorified if I had an overwhelming opportunity to make it to the United States of America in order to enhance my chances of getting a good job that would possibly aid me in taking good care of my family and myself. I would also be pleased to have the opportunity to learn a different culture and to improve my English learning and different people across the globe.
I will like to end here and thank you for reading my story.
God bless
Abu Imoro
I lost both parents when I was 17 years of age, which appeared too tragic to me because I had no one to take care of me or my two sisters, Kubi and Rubi, and my Grandma.
Grandma used to sell Shea -butter to make a living for us after our parents died. Things started going bad when she was not able to have enough money to do so, making me the sole provider for our daily bread out of great toil and suffering. I use to walk about 4.9km every day in order to make a decent living in the main town - that is Tamale. Sometimes I could not get a job that will earn me something that could be used to take care of our meal just once or in maximum twice the next day.
Sometimes things could go worst for us when it rains, because I could not be able to make it to town to do that hard labor job to earn something for us. Things therefore went somehow out of hand and I was compelled to consider dropping out of school at the most crucial moment of my education - that is the very year we were supposed to write our final year exams in the secondary school.
I stopped attending school and concentrated on doing a day work that is the hard labor work in order to support my family. Well my absence from school for close to two months was brought to the notice of the school authorities, and I was prompted by a message from the head master to attend to his office. He then asked me the reason for my absence, which I explained. My story looked so sad and tragic and he was called upon by it to consider me to write the final exams even without the money to pay for the exams. The struggle continued when I completed the secondary education because again I could not extend my education due to the hardships my family and I were facing.
I had to continue being a man and a bread winner of the family for a long time. Something happened a couple years after the death of my parents. Grandma found a baby boy when she was walking by herself in the bush and she brought the child home. The next day she went to the chief of the village and showed him the boy she had found in the bush.
Well in Africa things sometimes happen this way. Somebody carries a child for nine months and throws the baby away because she cannot care for the child. The chief asked grandma to keep the babe until we found the person. Up to now we have not found the parents and he is three years old now. He is called David and we love him so much.
This hardship continue till I met a very good Samaritan in the person of Mrs. Carlene Schrank, who stood bold for me and my family and sent me back to an electrical school and also helped me a lot with regards to my family.
I would therefore be glorified if I had an overwhelming opportunity to make it to the United States of America in order to enhance my chances of getting a good job that would possibly aid me in taking good care of my family and myself. I would also be pleased to have the opportunity to learn a different culture and to improve my English learning and different people across the globe.
I will like to end here and thank you for reading my story.
God bless
Abu Imoro