African in America by Wenceslaus Muenyi

Author:Wenceslaus Muenyi [Muenyi, Wenceslaus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Africa, Biography & Autobiography, Nonfiction, Retail, Travel
Amazon: B00GMMKWM6
Published: 2013-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

My granddad surprising me by flying back to MN for my graduation,

I was so happy and speechless to see him there.

One of my best friends in my dorm. I taped

him to my bed so he would go to sleep. Love you bro!

CHAPTER 13:

Bigger… Nicer… Better!

“Educate yourself the best you can; use the public educational system as a supplement to enhance the knowledge you’ve gained on your own.”

When you are hurt and huddled into a useless heap on the ground, you can either lay there with no hope of standing back up or you can decide for yourself to stand up stronger than before. I chose to do the latter. The emotional experience of my first love and the ensuing heartache made a world of difference in the way I saw myself after returning from Florida.

In 2011, my mom was doing so well with her business that summer that she upgraded to a new, roomier house in a safer community. It was during that move that I truly realized how much work and toil my mom went through to make her family, not only comfortable, but at home.

Even though it was out of her budget, my mom ended up choosing a house I really liked. I wasn’t interested in any of the other houses we’d looked at—none of them called to me, none of them felt like home. After she decided to buy the house my mom’s business suddenly became even busier. The government in Minnesota was getting ready to shut down due to our senators’ inability to come to a decision on the state budget. Mom had a lot of preparations to do before that happened. She asked me to do some things for her and, because I had a new appreciation for all her hard work, I didn’t ask questions. I just did it. She gave me her car keys, gave me instructions, and I did it. If she needed me to move something to the new house, if she needed me to answer phones, if she needed me to get an oil change on the car, it didn’t matter: I’d do it.

The saying, “see it to believe it,” fits when talking about how hard of a worker my mother is. Her dedication can only truly be appreciated if you go shopping with her, especially if you’re going out to buy her something nice for herself. When we got the big house, Mom and I went out to buy her a new bed. It was supposed to be a treat for her; she worked so hard to make us kids comfortable that I wanted to make sure she got something that made her comfortable, too. But the shopping experience didn’t start off well. First, no one in the store came to help us. When a saleswoman finally noticed we were standing around, waiting, she approached and asked what we were looking for. She showed us some nice but very cheap beds, obviously not expecting us to spend much if we spent anything at all.

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