I was always interested in Africa. But no more then any other Africa American who is interested in where we come from. But all that changed when I first became deeply involved with the Lost Boys of Sudan. A group of refugees that was targeted for genocide during the Sudan war that was against the mainly muslim north and the christian south. About 4000 of them where brough to the USA and 400 of them came to Atlanta. After reading about there them in a local news paper I was inspired to helped them. I had no idea how i was going to help but i figured God will show me a way. That was in 2001. It is now the end of 2009 and I am still with them. They always encoraged me to go to Africa. One of the guys told me " If African Americans lost there culture, go to Africa and reclaim it. You will never learn about who you are from reading a book!". Those words moved me. So I decided in Feb of 2006 to take my frist trip to East Africa. I went along with my friend and room mate to Uganda. How I was treated and respected humbled me so much. Africa is so much more then what is displayed on televisions across the country. I came back changed. I traved again to Africa in 2008, this time to Ghana west Africa... I remained there for almost 3 months. Again I was well received and never felt so loved and respected. The greatest blessing is when I was invited by the African brothers there to go the Slave castles to see where our ancestors last remained before being shipped to the Americas... I became so close to people there.. that we have adopted ourselves to be one family.. and I have become an elder brother and friend to my brother named Bernard Ansong. I am now a very complete and more focused person. Growing up in the ghettos of Far Rockaway. Living the life of so many lost African Americans here.. I felt so blessed to be the first of my family to return to Africa since slavery.  It has changed me forever....

Thank you Lost Boys of Sudan.. to me you are not lost but sent by God to enlighted others with your experiences..