![]() ![]() There, while teaching in an inner-city school district, I experienced a rude awakening: many of my students rejected their precious chance to become educated because they saw no way out of their bleak circumstances. My journey took me from a jungle full of poisonous snakes to an elite boarding school where I learned to use utensils for the first time, to the Soviet Union during the perestroika era, and ultimately to the United States. I learned about a famous secondary school my parents could not possibly afford however, I believed that if I traded precious hours of sleep for studying, I would somehow find my way there. A love of reading led me to spend my meager breakfast money on newspapers that opened my eyes to a world I was determined to experience. ![]() ![]() In my remote Ghanaian village, most parents were illiterate and so did not understand the value of education. Though no one in Boadua had ever progressed beyond elementary school, I was willing to endure any hardship in pursuit of what any reasonable person would consider a pipe dream: a world-class education. My story begins when I was a young boy growing up in a family so large and impoverished that no amount of backbreaking labor could keep our bellies full. ![]() It’s about believing anything is possible if you set your heart-and mind-to it. The Boy from Boadua is a story of hunger, hardship, hope, and tenacity. ![]()
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