2nd Draft: The beginning New Life In America

Kikelomo Moreira
Mrs.Sharon B. Aikens
English 1101
Descriptive Essay Rough Draft


My New Life in America

The two facts about Nigeria and America are, Nigeria is on the West of Africa where I was born

and raised, and America also known as the Land of Opportunity, stands by itself as a

continent. Both countries plays a huge roles in my life and they contribute to the person that I

am today. Nigeria has always been my all time favorite topic to share with people just as

America would be if I was to go back to my country. Nigeria is where my heart lays, my home,

and all I knew of before coming to the United States of America…my past. Never in a million

years would I think I would have a new beginning in America or anywhere else in that matter.

Oct 2002, at the age of 12, my adventure began to take formation as it marks the day I made

part with my other half into a world I have little to no knowledge about. Before leaving my

country behind, I took a look back wondering when or how I would return and if I would be

recognized as the same little innocent girl I was before my departure. Thoughts of disturbance

ran through my head as I pictured myself screaming at the top of my lungs for rescue from the

madness within myself that no one seem to notice but me. Waiting for the alarm to go off as it

does every morning to opening my eyes hoping this was all a dream…I soon learnt it wasn’t

when I was informed by a flight attendant to fasten my seatbelt.

Eight hours of tears, eight hours of pain, eight long hours of never getting the chance to say

goodbye was unbearable. It was bad enough that I had no other choice but the only one that was

given to me. Surprising how time seems to bypass when you pay little attention to it. Those eight

hours I spent dreading on what is soon to be my past felt like thirty minutes of the worst day of

my life. As we were half way through the long ride, I begin to ask God if this was what he

planned for me. If this was how he wanted me to find myself as a person (self identity). I

rememberd the advice I was given before departing "God doesn’t give you more than you can

handle.” These words of wisdom was what kept me from believing there wasn’t such a thing.

Not long before I drifted off to sleep, the Nigerian Airline plane landed on the ground that

was coated with nothing but neatly placed white ground there. I’ve never seen such a site.

Realizing my look of confusing the passenger next to me infromed me that the neatly white

coated ground is snow. Not sure what he was talking about, I nodded my head in agreement to

keep from looking or feeling stupid because of my lack knowledge with this new environment. As

soon as we entered the airport, I immediately notice the rush that people seem to have as if

their next step may be their last. Everything seemed to be moving at the speed of lighting. I

looked around to observe how everyone was dressed in long coats and gloves with scarves tied

around their neck and lower face. This seemed awfully odd, I thought. I didn’t quite understand

why they were so dressed in heavy clothing until I made my way out the opposite side of the

doorway. Immediately, I was greated by the wind that hit me as though I’ve been

hit with a bottle of ice freezed water. The wind felt as though I was going to be taken by it.

Between struggling to catch my breath, keeping my balance and keeping my luggage from

getting mixed up with the outside dirty snow that seems to be making its way into my sandals,

receiving assistance was the worst of all. It was hard enough that I couldn’t get a full

understanding of the way the English was that's begin spoken. I understood perfect English, but

understanding the American English was much harder than I expected.

From this point on, I realized that this is a new world, a new individual that has to make herself

known to this challenging world called America. The new level that marks the beginning of the

rest of my life. Having no clue, no supportive guardians, no mentor, in this life where I know no

one but me, myself and my father. A new life I had no control over…not by choice, but by

default.

R.I.P. Messenger

Hello World,

I'm going to make this nice and short.
I'm glad to be here, but not gald that my bestfriend didn't live to see another day. Yes, mybestfriend that hangs with me every where i go, stays in my purse untill it rings, my bestfriend who allows me to contact other friends. Sadly, my cell phone broke into piece yesterday. Now, all i have left to do is hold on a few days till i find a new best freind that fits my stlye.
Rest in peace "messenger"

XoXo

K-L