An Ode To New York : Ghanaian Cab Drivers, Times Square & Jazz Clubs!!
If there's one weekend I've been waiting for for a long time, it has to be this one. I've been tucked away working on my thesis (the geek life!) for four weeks. When the opportunity to visit New York for family related commitments presented itself, I was stoked!
And so off to New York I went!
Hustle. Bustle. Advertisements everywhere: gentlemen's clubs, children's toys, buy revlon, drink coke, comedy show tonight, Chris Rock is in town. Shop till you drop. New York.
The cab driver from Ghana, driving his one-in-a-million yellow cab back and forth. Like a rolling pin pounding the tarmac. Back and forth all day long. He says Ghanians live in the Bronx. Senegalese and Nigerians too. New York is not really a Kenyan hotspot. New Jersey is, he said. He said, "we tend to stick together when we are here." Africans are trusted, he said. Because they know we are here to wek (work).
Thanks my brother, we said, when we hopped off the cab. In America, if you are from Guinea, you are my brother, from South Sudan, my sister. The motherland connects us all - we are her children.
And so the fun began...
I'm still on the road! Find out where I am off to on my instagram @cravingyellow!