"Dami are you done packing that bag?" Brianna's voice screamed from down stairs.
"Yeah I am" I told her at a gentler tone.
"Well then get down here and come help me with these things" she shouted again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm down" I ran down the stairs to where she was standing at the open door. Everyone's just getting more dramatic by the minute.
My name is Damilola, pronounced {Dah-mee-loh-lah} I've been called Dami, Milo, Lola, but I stick to Dami.
I'm a typical Nigerian Yoruba girl from a family of four and in a few days my family and I would be moving away from our shitty motherland to California and so it's causing everybody to be so dramatic and impatient.
I get that they are excited and this isn't something that just happens to a normal average Nigerian family, but it's not like we'd be living on rose beds when we get to California, life's hard everywhere, and the hustle continues.
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To Be Loved
Teen FictionI know it's not real. But does it have to be for it to go on? I just want peace in all my hurts. It's not too much to ask for. When I have to let go, I will. But until then... I want to be loved. ~ Damilola Oremodu...
