Originally published by Leila Janah on LinkedIn: From New York to Mumbai: How I became a social entrepreneur
My parents emigrated from Bombay to Buffalo, New York, in 1978. When as children, my brother and I didn’t finish our plates, my mother used to share an anecdote with us – one time in Kolkata, she threw a piece of bread onto her street for the local stray dog, and a street kid rushed over, pushed the animal away, and gobbled it up.
That story often made me wonder, why was I so lucky when there were so many children in the world who were not?
My curiosity and quest for answers led me to a trip abroad that would sow the seeds of my career as a social entrepreneur.
Three months after my seventeenth birthday, I left suburban Los Angeles and moved to Apirede, a village in the southern part of rural Ghana.
As a young woman, I was often curious by the root causes of poverty and ways in which people escaped it. Despite my involvement with poor and marginalized communities in California, having seen my parents work their way out of poverty with hard work, I had internalized the myth that poor people are in their predicament because they were not willing to work hard enough or had not developed the right personal or family values.
Two months into my Ghana trip, a young boy named Femi Abass shattered this way of thinking. Femi was a ten-year-old student whose eyes had acquired a milky-white coating in early childhood from a preventable condition his mother could not afford to treat.
He’d stay after school almost every day and loved to talk about the books he was reading, especially Nigerian author Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart.
Femi had the kind of raw talent that can evolve into genius under the right mentors. He would have smoked me in fourth grade had he not been born to a single mother in a country where the average daily income was equivalent to two American dollars in 2005.
It was not hard to see then, that I had landed in America and he’d landed in Apirede by an accident of birth, and that our fates were, statistically speaking, tied strongly to this accident. The disparity made me sick.
Eventually, my time in Ghana came to an end and a few years later, I was a Harvard graduate who had just taken a consulting job in New York City.
As luck would have it, my first project sent me to India to help take an outsourcing company public.
Their call center in Mumbai was housed in a modern building where young people – some of whom from slum dwellers – answered phones and handled customer service transactions for airlines and credit card companies from the hundreds of three-sided cubicles.