Monday, March 8, 2010

Untitled Excerpt Continued...

Her parents came here in the late 1970s. They hoped to learn the white man’s education and take it back to become the intelligentsia of a black nation. At the airport they came with enough luggage filled with enough things to last for only a year. Or two.

The mother and father arrived at the airport basking in their “been-to” status. Been-to’s. People who when going back home would be considered the elite, the people who had “been-to” America and come back to show off all their newly learnt American mannerisms and style….that was the was African dream. To go back and wave your “been-to” status in everyone’s face. And bring back some American chocolates and act as if only Americans could invent something as tasty as a Babe Ruth bar.

But Niahra's parents are stuck in the American dream. And they never got to claim their been-to status or insult loved ones with American chocolate. They’re stuck-here’s now. And that’s a status that carries shame. The African dream is a dream deferred.

1 comment:

  1. I want more of this quality goodness. You write like a true professional. I'll be first in line to buy your poetry/short story compilations!