The Girl Chimamanda By IdemudiaAngel

Chapter one

"Good morning passengers! This is your captain speaking. I want to inform you all that we have safely arrived at our destination.", the obnoxious captain's voice had woken me up from my slumber.
I surveyed my surroudings, checked the time and found out it was only nine in the morning. I left the airplane with my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Obi. We went through all the procedures and where out of the airport safely.
As I stepped out, the words 'Newyork' escaped my lips as I looked around the usually busy city. My father had been here three times for business purposes. We had to move all the way here from Africa because of 'unfortunate incidents'.
I and my family took a taxi to our new apartment. All the way to our new house, I barely noticed my environment, the only thing I could think of was Africa, my blessed home Africa. I kept wandering would things ever be the same.
In an hour, we were our house on 71,graceville. We took the elevator to the apartment, it felt so foreign because there were barely many elevators back in my home, Nigeria.
My father used the key to open the door and we all went in. The apartment was nice and cosy, paintings adorned the living room and it was spacious. My mother showed me my room and I unpacked my things. I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower, then went back to my room to nap. I woke up later at eight in the evening. What a long nap! Just in time for dinner too. We had rice and stew for dinner. It looked delicious.
"Let's all bow our head in prayer", my father said. We all bowed our heads and he prayed," Oh Lord, thank you for the journey mercies. Thank you for bringing food to our table. Thank you for the many more blessings you are bound to bestow on us, your faithful servants. We ask that you sanctify this food with the precious blood of Jesus",
"precious blood of Jesus", I and my mother responded.
"Protect us and guide us, in the name of Jesu kristi we pray.",my father rounded up.
"Isé", we all responded in our local dialect, ibo.
We raised up our heads and started eating our food. My mother was the first to start a conversation.
"Now chi, you have to learn to adjust to the customs of the american people. Their ways and culture are different from ours. Do not do what will serve as a disgrace to our prestigious family. Do not follow bad friends, be a good girl. Also, learn to adjust to the food they eat. Am I understood?", my mother asked.
"Yes ma,you are understood", I replied.
" I have paid for your school fees before hand. You will be starting school tomorrow. Be a good girl, my daughter", my father stated.
I got up from my seat and knelt down to thank him."Thank you father, I appreciate"
"You are welcome,my child", he responded.
I got up and went back to eat. The rest of dinner was done in silence. After which we said our night prayers, and went to sleep. I found it hard to sleep because I was excited about my new school and felt uncomfortable with my new surroundings. After an hour or so, I drifted off to sleep.

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Yo! Its Angel and I just want to say how great writing this novel is. Trust me, it gets better. I just need your love, votes and comments. Tell me what you think about the novel. This isn't your everyday novel.
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Angel