WILL WE MAKE IT????

Chapter 2 - Announcement

Over the years, I got used to everything and accepted it for what it was. I became quite happy and content with my life and fast forward to the December holidays.

I rushed into my bedroom and dumped my school bag on a pitch black chair situated in the corner of my room. I plopped down on my soft bed and grabbed my phone as I slowly made myself quite comfy on my bed. I was ecstatic. Why wouldn't I be? After all, the December holidays had just begun. I had great plans for these holidays. I would spend my December holidays taking myself out. I'd saved quite a lot of money to give myself the pampering I so very much needed after my hectic final exams and emotional betrayal from my former friends. My thoughts were interrupted by my dad.

"Mire!!" He yelled

I quickly dumped my phone on a random spot and rushed to his location. The rest of the family was present as well.

"We are leaving for Uganda the day after tomorrow" my dad announced in his hoarse voice

What!!!!??? It felt like I'd been doused with cold water.

"We're using the van" He added.

It'd been a decade since I'd last stepped foot there. However, I also wanted to go to another country. I felt surprised yet happy at the same time. But how could he give me a two day notice so now I had to cancel all my pre-planned plans. I felt a bit indignant but I couldn't protest because either way, I'd end up in the van on my way to Uganda. The rest of the family seemed pretty fine with it. Of course they did. They'd probably gotten a one week notice unlike me, the least significant one. Dawude was over the moon. He had been for a couple of days, but I didn't take it seriously until now, that I knew the reason. He could have at least tipped me off, you know but I didn't even bother questioning him. He wouldn't stop chattering about how we'd arrive in Uganda in an esteemed manner.

"We, the Mbasalizachi family will enter Buwenge with the whole family staring at us. And they will say 'Finally, they have arrived!' "

I stared at him and his words pleased me. I adored being respected. Buwenge was our village. It was where the house of my father's parents was located. It was clear that my brother was proud and fond of his roots. My mom wasn't different from him and Aggrey? Err... He was weird, to say the most. He didn't show any emotions. Normally, he just stood in the corridor and stared into space. Sometimes he talked to himself however, he disliked talking to us and for whatever reason, he seemed to hate me the most. He did a tonne of things, all with the intention to upset me. I'd gotten used to it and decided to be above him, and just forgive him. I loved him but in order not to get hurt, I took it as if I only had one brother, Dawude. You know family situations and conflicts can hurt you if you let them get to you.

I started packing my bags the very next day. My parents gave me two bags for that. One was red and black, and the other was all black with the word 'Shengai' imprinted on it's side in a green colour. All I needed were five sets of clothes, five pairs of shoes, two bottles of perfume, my vaseline, toothbrush, towel and a book plus a pen to jot down whatever I needed to jot down. The passports and important documents would be kept by my mom. Two bags were not enough to contain all my stuff so I had to leave the not so important luggage behind. I could ask for another bag but the whole boot couldn't be filled with my luggage. I mean it's not like I was permanently relocating and stuff.

Days flew like sparrows. Soon it was the day before our journey. By then, I had packed all the stuff I needed. I and my mum carried our luggages, foodstuffs and other luggages to the living room where my dad and Dawude placed the luggage in the van. We had put about three fifths of all the luggage to be carried.