When I think back to when I came here in 1955 my heart glows within me. Everything was so new, so different, so challenging. America lay before me like a picnic blanket full of good.
He calls my daughter-in-law and my son "Mom and Dad." And their two daughters and son are his sisters and brother.
Jafar is 6'4" tall and is a super-quick forward on his school's basketball team. At only 17 years old, he is, you may say, still growing.
He felt like a king getting to play basketball on a hardwood floor. The best he ever played on was a concrete slab.
He has never had a white egg before. All he ever saw were brown ones.
He never had peanut butter before in his life. (I can relate to that. I never had peanut butter either before I came here.)
He never had real coffee or tasted ketchup before.
The first words he uttered when he rode in a car in this country were, "smooth roads."
After he witnessed the fancy washing machine and dishwasher at my son's house he was amazed. So, when his new Mom asked him to wash the car, he sheepishly looked for a car-washing machine in the garage.
Can you imagine, Jafar had never tasted french fries before he came here!
Jafar's goal is to get a good education and hopefully receive a scholarship to play college basketball. That is the way he is able to stay in this country. He often quietly slips from family gatherings to study. He is on a mission to do well and not disappoint his new family and his own back in Nigeria. He is a gentle giant, and we all have grown to love him.
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