My Journey from Nigerian to the United State of American

My Journey from Nigerian to the United State of American

  • Submitted By: Osalena
  • Date Submitted: 11/15/2008 12:45 AM
  • Category: Biographies
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My journey from Nigerian to the United State Of America, it was an earlier mooning of January 2002 when my parent heard of the news that our paper has been approval to come to the U.S.A. My parent hope of I and my sisters going to the U.S.A. finally happened. We all begin to cry it was a cry of joy and happiness, January 2002 was the best year of my family life, As for me I was happy but leaving the only place I have known was going to be hard.
I couldn’t think of leaving everything I have known and loved behind, my friends and relatives, I try being happy but the thought of leaving everything I was use to made me cry. I didn’t want my friends to know I was crying because anyone of them would trade place with me. It kills me inside to keep this to myself, It wasn’t like I didn’t want the American life everyone I know talked about I did, but I just didn’t want to leave my country to got to another country. I felt my whole world changing, I had questions for myself, how will people treat me.
Do everyone look like we do over there or do they even speak the way we spoke I thought. Growing up in Nigerian I didn’t really know that much about the U.S.A. all I knew was I have a father who live there that was it. I felt my heart beating fast, the day was getting closer for us to go to the airport. All my parent wanted for i and my sister was to have a better life. I didn’t really understand what they meant until I got to live the America life. The day finally come as we headed for the airport we was greeted by many of our family I started to cry because I didn’t want to leave them behind mostly my mother . As I hug my mother tears roll down my eyes my mother whisper in my ear make me pound.
The taught of her being in Nigerian by herself without me or my sisters, father I couldn’t even image how she most have be feeling. I know she was happy for us but at the same time I knew it killed her inside to see us go without...

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