Arizona State University - W. P. Carey School of Business Business School Application Essays

As the sunlight began to dim, my panic rose. The street signs were incomprehensible, and any request for assistance only resulted in a barrage of unfamiliar German. I found myself hoping for a rapid rescue, yet I knew that I needed to find my own...

Look at her.

I swallowed nervously and raised my eyes to regard the figure before me. A girl stared back at me with an expression of sorrow etched into her features. As I raised my hands to my cheeks, she did too, flinching as my fingertips...

As Tai moved through the strange garden, scarcely breathing in wonderment, I moved with him. When Tai’s classmates mocked him for drinking tea with his grandmother instead of attending sporting events, I flinched as though I was the recipient of...

On September 25, 2010, my parents agreed that shaving my head would be an effective disciplinary measure against my growing indifference towards my studies. It was a scaldingly hot day in Lagos. My mother drove down the old Ikoyi bridge that would...

I came of age underneath the faded awnings of stalls that sold peppers and crayfish; boiled pears and ripe ears of corn. The older women smiled at me as I, surreptitiously, tried to avoid the animal droppings that littered the market roads. Theirs...

Fifty naira is the price of a child's chin-chin snack pack; the payment given to a roadside tailor for complicated repairs; the worth of a palm-sized carton of guava juice. Fifty naira is, technically, the equivalent of a seventh of a dollar...