AMERICAN CHARITY, -AN AFRICAN WOMAN'S STORY OF COMING TO AMERICA Oakland, CA -In AMERICAN CHARITY, a new novel by I.C. Moore; Charity, a young Ghanaian woman receives an ominously worded letter from her husband Conrad who left Ghana to follow his dream to attend school in America. Set in the early 1990's Charity takes a bold risk and leaves the security of her family in West Africa to follow the tracks of her husband. Her urgent mission to find Conrad and bring him home safely leads her through a cross section of American characters: a New York shyster, Bank robbing Haitians, a homeless family, Chicago mobsters, a Baptist minister, a Muslim family caught up in the Oklahoma bombing, and a mysterious guardian angel looking out for both Charity and Conrad. "American Charity" tells the compelling story of someone new to America. We see through her eyes the underbelly of America and its people, as we follow her journey of discovery both emotionally and psychologically across America; and gain insights into what it means to be an American. I.C. Moore's eclectic tastes and world experiences have been focused on exploring the nature of Culture Shock in America over the past 20 years, in essays, videos and poetry. He published, "America - Culture Shock: A handbook for Cultural Survive in America" in 2006, which he uses as a Teacher of English as a Second Language to immigrants groups in the Bay Area.
About the Author: My Biosphere My name is Ian, in England born My father's from the islands, my mum's from that shore My youth was spent fleeing xenophobic bores. I traveled to Athens and Timbuktu I bathed in Alhambra, Granada too I could never shake my brooding school. My American wife dragged me here My stepdaughter in toe, a brand new sphere My opposition to the states to five years to clear. I started again, from scratch in haste I stared to relearn a new verb, chase I started to learn a new action, waste. My endeavors were positive though painfully slow My dues well paid, eventually did grow My overnight success took many moons to glow. I now serve the public civil and clean I now work the markets and international scene I now have great credit and a labyrinth machine. My writing before covered prose and essay My heroes are Baldwin, Sojinka and Sesay My novel attempts include travel and jazzy. I read like a fish that swims in the night I spend more on books than I have such a right I meditate, cool out, and stay UN-Tight. My dreams are to learn the heart of the word My hopes are to chase that winged bird My endeavors I pray are to teach and be heard. I live in Oakland, city caught in a lie I dwell in environs of many colored eyes I inhabit a space of love and deep sighs. My time here now is eight years plus My memories of home are short and cussed My life's irony is to be an English fuss.