The Nebuchadnezzar magazine

I moved to the United States when I was a one-year old.

My family came from Ivory Coast, Africa. I was born in Abidjan, from the Chu de Cocody.

My father worked in the lab in the hospital, and my mother – she worked and taught in schools teaching Portuguese, and Spanish.

On the luck of the draw my father hit the lotto. The decision to make it as an immigrant to America was dual fold.

America, under my watch, is the land of opportunity. It is rich in resources, people, hopes, and new ideas.

I see that as golden, and intrinsically so – beyond that I see that golden ebb over the hill.

We settled in Brooklyn, New York – and lived with Thomas, an amazing man of faith Ghana. Thomas, and his wife Janette took us in, and helped us.

As fellow Africans from Ghana, and the Ivory coast, our induction into the Midwest – was first by way of North Dakota.

By that byway, we conduces to the Heartland.

Now there are dairy cows, and roan cows that live here – but most are Dairy.

As an African living in Wisconsin, I have learned many things.

First of all: We are the dairy state, and we love our dairy.

We love our people, until our people dont…

😏.

And lastly cream is good. Ah, yes cream is most definitely good. (So, is Culvers). 😏 💯.

So, much so that I appreciate it.

We’re on food.

The provisions that I see here, are predominant, but I’m keen to see personal e homeopathy, personal care, and creative avenues of electronic farming ‘cropping’ up soon.

For one, despite all else, I embrace challenges here unlike anyone else. And that is why I believe in Wisconsin

The heart is where it starts.