Sandra Rucaya - Home is Home
We are all human beings, whether you are white, black, Muslim or Christian. Whoever you are we are the same, we all have hearts so we should treat each other with love, that's what I believe.
When I came here, my uncle asked me to help him work the African market. It’s as if I was in my own country because I see many people and many speak my own language:
“Hello! how are you?”
So it's like I am in my own country.
Now, my uncle handed over one of his stores to me in Cobb County. We work the African market and we sell all sorts of African food. Everyone is welcome.
The worst thing that happened to me in America was when I had my first child. I had a c-section and I had no one around to help me, it was very hard for me. I am always saying “my country this, my country that”, and I will continue to say it as when you have a child they treat you like a queen, everyone wants to help, but here, it’s just you. Every night the child cried, I cried, the child cried and I’d put him in my arms, and then I felt the pain. He cried all the time, it was very hard for me.
God has blessed me. I have a wonderful husband, 3 boys, I have my own business, and I am doing great. If I compare myself to those I left in Ghana, it is not the same, so America has been the best for me. God willing I will return to my country because no matter where you go, home is home. Yes, we came here to find a better life, but when is life going to be better? Nobody knows.
Nobody knows when life will be better, so whatever it is: I'll go back home.Return to Other Stories of the American Dream