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I don't really know who gave the idea of "bring your kids to Africa, they'll become better people" to my dad. Probably one of those annoying aunties that think they have every answer to every problem. To be honest, I always had a feeling that we were gonna go, for how long.....I didn't really think of that. It started out in Maine, as just an idea. Than came that dreadful 6 day road trip from Maine to Minnesota, that's when it became a solution I guess. To be quite frankly, I never actually thought my dad was being serious. He always said as a threat or in joking manner whenever we did something horrid. Than he actually cut a plane ticket. I was always pissed that it was us, the four youngest of the family, that had to go to dakan elise(not saying I thought of it that way). My older siblings didn't even know hengad for Christ sake! I was just so angry, not saying I showed it though, I made myself look so happy that I was going to another continent for god knows how long, leaving all my family and friends, learning basically a whole new language, I don't know how anyone didn't see right though My lies...but they didn't so I had to look happy. I remember telling my friends about going, but they always thought I was joking. I didn't even tell my teacher till the day before I was going. There was times where I was actually happy to go, what 12 year old wouldn't be happy to no longer have to go to school? I always thought this time spent in Africa would be relaxing, boy was I wrong. I remember it was in February when we left so I was kinda happy. Winter days in Minnesota were just not my forte. The day we went to the airport I remember, *Flashback* "Mom why do I have to take so many sweaters, I'm going to Africa, not Antarctica. Do you think Africa's always hot. Naya!, you might be going to Tanzania, where it snows! Take your sweaters and don't question me again, or walhi wa cu garhi! Okay, okay, you don't have to be so loud. "Hoyoo, said Asmo, "can I take my boots"? Ha da rabto ka do gabartay" said my mom. (Do you see the difference between how she talk to me than Asmo?.....no...just me.... okay I'll get back to the story) "Hoyoo I can't find my socks", said Abdisamic. "Rad soo, waa la radsta", said my Hoyoo. "Yo!, I can't believe y'all are going to Africa, don't turn into Fobs", said my older  brother Abdifatha.(the four youngest, Fardowsa,Asmo,Abdisamic and me.) you could tell who was gonna miss us and who was not. "Maryan I can't believe that your not gonna see us out, we're family for Christ sakes!" " I know she said, it's just that I have a test today and if I don't take it today, it could totally ruin my whole gpa". At this point I didn't care, you could say I was a little mad that my sister so close to me in age, that we're practically friends wasn't going to be with me when I'm leaving. In no time we had all our stuff loaded in the car and off we went to the airport..... which pretty much just became an emotional cry fest to all the people there for us. I don't know who started, but by the time we were in line for security checks, everyone that came to say goodbye to us was drowning in there own tear, you might be thinking "Felis, how can someone drown in there own tears", well to you uneducated apes questioning me, I'm exaggerating. I don't remember much about the airport except getting yelled at by my parents for going on the escalator, #growingupwithinmigrantparents. After we went through security checks that's when shit started getting interesting, we had to fucking throw away so many toothpaste,perfumes, and lotion because apparently you can't take shit like that on a plane, why? I still to this day don't fucking know. You could say my overall mood that day was just pissed. By the time our family left, so we had to sit down and wait for our plane, that when shit started getting interesting.
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Hi guys thank you so much for reading my story, if you didn't read it, than what the fuck are you waiting for, if you didn't like it, you can go suck........I don't think I can swear on here but anyways if your not Somali and don't understand what I wrote, get the fuck out. Just kidding 🙈, or am I? Vote and comment because I wanna know if I'm wasting my time. I love you 💋
^word that don't make sense meaning^:
dakan elise: term used in the Somali language meaning precept of one going back to their country to learn the culture again, or a term used for kids who have become too Americanized.
hengad: word meaning the learning of the Quran pronunciation.
Naya: means women( has a stronger ruder meaning in the Somali language.
Walhi: meaning I swear to god in Arabic, Somali use this phrase due to their religion, Islam, where its main language is Arabic.
We cu garhi: I'll beat you( if you don't understand the double meaning because your unintelligent, it basically means I'll give you an ass beating.
Hoyoo: means mom in Somali
Ha da rabto, ka do gabartay: if you want, take it my daughter.
Rad soo, wa la rad sta: look for them, like a normal human being.
Fob: fresh off the boat
Tigergirlxoxo 🐯 Signing out 💗🙈

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