Tales of the Nigerian Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The ride home took quite a while, I'm guessing this is because it is a Monday morning.

It's so weird being in another country, because apart from Nigeria, I have never been to another country. did I mention I have never spoken to a white person before. Back in Nigeria I only got to see white people once in a while and when I did I would totally freak out and now they are all around me I don't think I can breath very well.... like really I'm choking on my saliva right now " Ada is every thing alright" my mum asked.

The kind of questions people ask ehh.... The woman can see I'm choking and she is still asking if everything is alright , the thing weak me it just weak me.

"I- "

*cough*

" need "

*cough*

" water "

*cough*

" wait lets buy water wait " mummy replied. I feel like my throat was closing up until... I it stopped  the coughing stopped.

I turned yo look at my sister, Chika sitting beside me smiling as I recovered from my choking.

As I was saying white people have nice hair and nice skin and a nice voice and everything, but I wouldn't say I don't have a nice face because for a Nigerian, I actually am very pretty, I have plain brown eyes, like most of the Nigerians I know, and light brown skin, I have long puffy brown hair which is now tied up.

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When I got home I found my room and started unpacking. I can't waste any time because I'm going to start school here tomorrow.

The room is a bit dusty so first I dust the environment, then moved to the bed so I could fit it up, I took out a blue sheet from one of the brown boxes that lay around in the room, and tucked it in the bed, over the mattress, then grabbed a pillow, placing it gently on the bed then taking out my blue blanket and arranging it on my bed, I took a step back to admire what I just finished doing.

Perfect.

Once I was done with that I went to another brown box and opened it, finding my clothes inside. I walked to the wardrobe that stood at the other side of my room and opened it, it wasn't so dusty so I decided to just put my clothes in it without dusting it out, I slowly began taking out my clothes from the boxes, taking my time to fold them, or hang them. Some of these clothes bring back memories of home. I know I just left there two days ago but I already miss it.

Once I finished with my clothes I went to my desk.

I saved the worst for the last.... or is it the last for the worst.... I think the worst for the last sounds more appropriate.

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" Ada come and eat " Chika told me from the door of my room.

I went downstairs to the dinning room to eat and sat on a very random seat while I awaited the arrival of food. I love food, if there is some thing I love most in this world it's food

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Nah its free WiFi, like who dose not like free wifi.

" bless this food Lord in Jesus name " my mother prayed.

" Amen " we all chorused in return. Finally food I've been craving food all day and now the time has come to eat.

Eba and Egusi soup.

I devour my meal and before I know it I'm done eating.

" Ada wash the plate and clean this place before you sleep, "said my mum" those plates should not stay over night"

That's an Igbo mom for you.

Worst part is I can't say no or I am dead. I just go to the Kitchen and wash the plate then clean up before going back to my room.

I change into my pajamas before laying on my bed. I wonder if mosquitoes are plenty here. In Nigeria there are a lot of them, that is why we use mosquito net.

The sound of music snapped me out of my thoughts, I turned around to see where it is coming from and that is when notice the widow sitting at the middle of the room wall.

I walk over there to check what is going on but then I pause at the sight before my eyes.

There in the other room was a white boy with brown hair and a pair of glasses dancing in boxers and a T-shirt and holding a textbook as his microphone.

I want to die.

I could not hold myself I burst into laughter. I just pray he does not notice because I'm laughing very loudly. But he does and I get up from the floor and look out the window once more to look at the dancer. His room window in just a few inches away from mine. Is this how they build houses here.

lack of privacy.

"sorry" I squeeze out due to the fact I was still laughing. Now his face was red. This is so cool the first white person I talk to I make him blush.

"sorry" I repeat more clearly this time.

"your performance was just to entertaining" I said with a giggle. He just stared at me still blushing " It's okay, I'm Freddy by the way" he replied.

" Ada "

" Ada? "

" No your pronouncing it the wrong way it is Ada " I corrected.
" Okay Ada "

" no its - you know what? just call me Sapphire "

" I prefer Saph "

" that could work "I said while shrugging my shoulders.

" well then see you tomorrow"I said giving him a smile.

"ya I guess"he said closing his window and curtain. Once again I remember how he was dancing using the book as a microphone, I giggle to myself before turning to my bed and laying peacefully on it immediately falling into a deep and comfortable sleep.

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