Africa My Home

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Africa is a country that l will forever call my home. You may be wondering why l am saying that well because l was born in Africa and lived there for seven years of my life. When you are younger you don’t really have a care in the world because you don’t know what the real world holds. I woke up every morning having someone making me breakfast, taking me to school and putting my things together. Coming to America l didn’t really realize how Africa has shaped my mind and helped me become the person you see here today. Growing up back home it was just me and my mother. My father was in the states trying to bring us there with him and because of that l don’t really remember the time we had together. My mom did her very best by herself to put me in a good school. I still remember how she would work back and forth travel up and down just to make sure l am okay with school and have everything l need. We lived in a quiet neighborhood where everybody knew each other. My grandmother was all always helping the next person, so people loved coming to our house. She would give them food, clothes and a place to live in the house if they need it. Because of my grandmother kindness people loved coming to our house. She showed me that no matter how poor or rich, big or small the person is cooking for them will always put a smile on their faces. When my mother would travel she will always bring someone in the house to help grandma with anything. One day when l was in school my mother brought someone to me that l will never forget in my life. His name was Michael and he is like the other brother l never had. He took care of me, protect me and did everything an older brother should do for their little sister. He should me that people who are not from the same family, that don’t have the same blood as you can love you more than the people who are your family. Hard work was something Africa taught me very well not everything is done for you. You must go and do everything yourself. My aunties have showed me many life lessons to teach me how to love yourself and become a better woman for my future. My father a man l hold every dear to my heart has taught me how to not depend on anyone for something. He always tells Nshira if you need something baby girl you must go out in his world and get it done yourself. I am very grateful for many thing l have learned in my lifetime. Growing up in the environment that l did has thought me how to deal with little or big problem in my life that l am going through or have gone through.