My name is Hanifa Imoro, but my friends call me Kubi. I am 16 years old and I live in Ghana in the northern part of the country in a place called Tugu, a suburb of Tamale, the capital town.
I lost my parents when I was 11 years of age and am solely taken care of by my brother Abu. I formerly had a dream of becoming a medical practitioner, but due to two reasons: mainly the cost involved in being a medical practitioner and the discovery I made about a strange thing that happen in our village (that is the female Genital mutilation). I averted my dreams to rather become an investigative Journalist, in order to unmask the barbaric act by some people, in different parts of the world. But that dream I now have, that is becoming the journalist seem to be falling through because my family and I cannot afford to get me enrolled in the school of Journalism .
Furthermore, there is no better tuition in the Journalism school around to harness and unearth the talent young people like me possess. All these contribute to hindering the exploration of my potential of unmasking the acts of barbarism including the female genital mutilation and human sacrifice. My brother and my grandma did not have what it takes to support my education since we lost our parents.
We are poor orphans living humble in a very poor home. We even find it so difficult making the three square meals every day. We sometimes take either lunch and supper or lunch only for the whole day. I sometimes shed tears throughout a day, wondering why we have been put in this miserable situation, but I always take consolation from the fact that no condition is permanent.
I would therefore be glad if am given this wonderful opportunity to make it to the United States of America in order to continue my education and put myself in a better position to realizing my long term dream. That is all I have for now.
Bye,
Hanifa Kubi
I lost my parents when I was 11 years of age and am solely taken care of by my brother Abu. I formerly had a dream of becoming a medical practitioner, but due to two reasons: mainly the cost involved in being a medical practitioner and the discovery I made about a strange thing that happen in our village (that is the female Genital mutilation). I averted my dreams to rather become an investigative Journalist, in order to unmask the barbaric act by some people, in different parts of the world. But that dream I now have, that is becoming the journalist seem to be falling through because my family and I cannot afford to get me enrolled in the school of Journalism .
Furthermore, there is no better tuition in the Journalism school around to harness and unearth the talent young people like me possess. All these contribute to hindering the exploration of my potential of unmasking the acts of barbarism including the female genital mutilation and human sacrifice. My brother and my grandma did not have what it takes to support my education since we lost our parents.
We are poor orphans living humble in a very poor home. We even find it so difficult making the three square meals every day. We sometimes take either lunch and supper or lunch only for the whole day. I sometimes shed tears throughout a day, wondering why we have been put in this miserable situation, but I always take consolation from the fact that no condition is permanent.
I would therefore be glad if am given this wonderful opportunity to make it to the United States of America in order to continue my education and put myself in a better position to realizing my long term dream. That is all I have for now.
Bye,
Hanifa Kubi