2013
Living is a foreign country amongst people who aren't anything like those whom I grew up with and took it toll on me.
I was forever exhausted, afraid and unsure of what to do because there was always this question at the back of my mind reminding me that it may not be acceptable here.
The people all religious and always acted kind(some of them yes) while others looked at you as a threat to their dormitory.
A cow who would run you out the street while goats ran into the house looking for food. Chickens and roasters waking you up early in the mornings at the sights of the sun.
Donkey poo lay in front of the gates with a horrible smell.
It took me a few twists to get used to it. And I eventually did.
I started going to school as it was my last year. And yes, school was nothing like back home, the teachers felt like amitures, and the students all looked like they were in their early 30s who claimed to be 14/15.
English class was my favorite till I realized my English teacher couldn't pronounce easy yet simple words like "TEACHER" It was always "chi-cher".
Enough with school.
A short while later I was done with school.
And WOOOOF!!! My story starts
Too be continued....
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