Personal Narrative: My Visit To Ghana

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At three years, I travelled to Accra, Ghana with my parents who relocated there for better prospects. Today, I have spent seventeen summers there. My earliest memory of New Delhi, my ‘hometown’ dates back to when I visited my grandparents, a year later.

Fast-forward my life to age eight: I attended school in Accra; Gyasi, my Akan friend, spoke Twi, Mawuli, an Ewe, spoke in his dialect – and we were the best of friends; a Soccer team. Some other teammates were Bao, a Chinese, Sulaiman from Lebanan, Akkani my Yoruba friend, besides Aseem and Saurav, from India’s Mumbai and Kolkata, respectively. We were a motley crowd; thrived in one another’s company. Unbeknown to me, my horizons were already expanding, for my cosmos was a miniature macrocosm. By the time I was in the seventh grade, I spoke Twi, knew a smattering of Arabic and Mandarin Chinese, was proficient in English; had embarked on learning French.

Growing up in a country that boasted of multi-cultural and multi-linguistic ethnic groups, I celebrated Christmas with gusto, shared presents with my family and friends; enjoyed the traditional X-mas pudding at Julius’ home. Diwali meant another festival of lights, exchange of sweets, lighting candles and firecrackers. Eid came twice in a year; each brought different delectable dishes in its wake. …show more content…

Building a Lego car, had been my favorite game, however I burgeoned as I successfully overcame challenges; made most of the opportunity of making a robotic car follow a curved black line, sense any obstacle in its path and a ‘pathway clearer’ which would move the obstacle aside. That was also when I realized that I wanted to learn more of engineering design, understand technology; use my math skills to solve problems. Today, I have the distinction of having secured distinctions in various math and robotics competitions, under my belt. (479

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