On election night in 2024, Huldah Momanyi Hiltsley stood before a crowd of supporters, her voice steady, her heart full. She had just won her race for Minnesota House District 38A, becoming the first Kenyan-born legislator in the state’s history. “This victory is not just mine,” she said. “It’s for every immigrant child who wondered if they belonged in America’s promise.”
This triumph was the flowering of a transatlantic dream planted by her parents’ courageous leap decades earlier – a dream nurtured by a Kenyan village, sustained by immigrant sacrifice, and now realized through a daughter who never forgot where she came from.
Roots and Resilience — The Long Road from Nyamemiso
Huldah’s journey begins in Nyamemiso, a rural village in Kisii, Kenya, where she was born in 1985. Her early years were rich with communal values and ancestral grounding. In 1988, her father Phillip, driven by the dream of a better life, left for America as a student. Tabitha, her mother, followed in 1992. In 1995, at just nine years old, Huldah and her siblings joined them in the U.S.
“This victory is not just mine,” she said. “It’s for every immigrant child who wondered if they belonged in America’s promise.”
“I was that little girl from that little village,” she often reflects — a reminder of the path charted by her parents’ courage. But that dream soon met the harsh reality of the American immigration system. For 11 years, the Momanyis lived in uncertainty. At one point, facing deportation with just 48 hours to spare, it was their African American church community that rallied, contacting Senator Paul Wellstone. He intervened personally, reversing the deportation.
“We were not Americans who could give him votes,” Huldah later said. “He helped us just because we are human beings.” That moment solidified her belief in the power of community and government rooted in compassion — a seed that would grow into political purpose.
Cultivating Identity in the Cold
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.
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It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.
