Dictionary; mom in Swahili: mama
dad in Swahili: baba
brother in Swahili: ndugu
sister in Swahili: dada
boyfriend in Swahili: mpenzi
III: Misunderstood Girl Or Never Been Good Girl?
Alexandrea Moss (Drea)/April 13, 2011
"Bitch, it's my 16th birthday!" I yelled into the phone. I was talking to my "best friend", Misty. She was cool to kick it with, but the hoe was hella fake. Talked about me behind my back, fucked my sloppy seconds, envied me, everything! The only reason I still fuck with her is because we are so much alike. Don't give a fuck what anyone says, smart-mouthed, the whole nine! Except she's white and I'm black.
"Girl, I know! Your party is the only thing any and everybody has been talking about." She said, but you could hear the saltiness behind the "excitement". "But, I'll call you back, my parents are bitching about something I'm not going to do." We said our good-byes and hung-up.
Did I mention we were spoiled, and our parents were cousins? (Yes, I have white "parents.")They really don't care what we do. I fuck, party, drive, stay out all night, everything! When I say fuck, I don't mean I'm a hoe, but I ain't a virgin. I don't care what people think about me because I'm going to do me regardless.
It was my 16th birthday, and I was throwing this wild ass party. Everybody was hype! I was the most popular, and richest girl in Houston, Texas. Gorgeous, African accent, big curly hair, and thick.
My parents now, aren't my biological parents. I was adopted when I was ten. My biological parents moved to Harlem, New York, USA from Nairobi, Kenya, Africa, when I was five to give us a better life, but things never got better actually things took a turn for the worst..
September 9, 2003
"Didn't I tell you about your mouth you dumb hoe?!" My biological baba, Donkor, shouted in his thick East African accent at my biological mama, Kenyatta. She was so helpless, and I hated that I couldn't help her. It would only be bad for everybody.
"Keep your mouth shut! Nobody is going to help you, so keep your mouth closed." He started to hit her with every word. Baba would hit us, but not this bad. It was as if mama was another man on the streets trying to hurt his family. Sadly, she was only his defenseless wife crying out for help.
You could hear every hit, hell you could feel every hit. My poor mama lay there bleeding, scared, and protecting her 36 weeks pregnant belly. This was going to be Kenyatta and Donkor's tenth child. If it made it.
The eleven of us shared this same two bedroom apartment together since 2000. I am the third oldest, separating all of us by one year.
We, meaning my ndugu and dada, all had to watch this everyday. Our mama would do something to upset our baba, and he would beat her, pregnant or not.
This would be the last of her getting beat on my watch.
I had, had enough. I ran out of the building as fast as I could. I just kept running until I reached my destination: David's house.
He is my mama's mpenzi. We all know about him, but we don't tell our baba. We see how happy he makes our mama, and he's nice to us. The only reason they aren't married is because my baba won't let my mama leave him.
I started banging on his door until he answered. "Alexandrea what's wrong?" David asked looking puzzled.
"Msaada, msaada, kinatokea tena!" I yelled pulling him to his car. When I was in a rush I started speaking in Swahili, because I still mess up my English here and there. Plus it was all my parents spoke most of the time.
"Speak English!" He yelled frustrated.
I huffed, "Just come on." We made it to my family's apartment. "I'll call the police, just go help my mama." I told him.
I never knew what happened in the house that day, because I couldn't stand to see it. I stayed outside to flag the police down when they came instead. I could here the tussle from where I was outside, though.
"Msaada!" I continuously yelled when I seen four police-men arrive. I was always told not to trust them by my baba, but that was only a plea to keep himself safe from anyone of us calling the "pigs" on him.
"Young lady I'm going to need you to speak English or give us a sign or clue, something!" He told me calmly, but you could here the urgency behind it. I still couldn't get my words together, because I was scared that my baba would find me after this and hurt me like he hurts mama. Instead I signaled for them to follow me. I still remained outside. After a minute of shouting and rumbles they came out with my baba and David in handcuffs. Two officers stayed behind to question my mama and us who were old enough to speak.
When we thought they were about to leave this big white van pulls up with a sigh that reads, 'CHILD SERVICES'.
They took all of us away into the van ripping each one of us from our mama for the rest of our lives. We rode away looking out the window hearing our mama's cries for help, but these were even worse than hearing the cries of her getting beat.
I couldn't help but think that I tore my family apart because I trusted the pigs.
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I know it's short as hell, but I'll update again soon, hopefully. This story finally finna take off!
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