IN AMERICA

America- Imagine Dragons

★★★★★

I felt my head, laying on someone's comfortable shoulders, and I didn't want to open my eyes at all. It was that comfortable.

Soon, I felt a liquid substance dripping from my mouth and immediately, I woke up. Spit! I mean saliva? Eww.

I lifted my head from whatever comfortable position I was in, and found out I had been laying on the White guy's shoulders since then.

"Ahhh, I'm so sorry, so sorry," I said, forgetting that after having any sort of nap, I automatically develop bad breath. I've disgraced my ancestors.

I saw him cover his nose and that's when I realized and I covered my mouth. Shish! What kind of bad luck is this now?

I quickly rushed into the airplane's toilet and took my handy toothbrush which I carried everywhere and brushed my teeth as fast as I could. A mouth wash would have been easier, if mom had bought it on time!

As I returned from the toilet, I looked around, and I noticed that most of the passengers were Whites. It made me to wonder what actually brought them to Nigeria. Food? Tourism? Art? Oil? Probably oil.

I noticed the white girl behind my seat talking to the White guy as if they knew each other a long time ago, but as I came closer, she stopped talking and she stared hard at me, thinking I'd be intimidated. Joker.

I was holding back my laugh because, I've always known that with my African beauty and Nigerian body, nobody and I mean nobody can intimidate me. Even if the person had power, riches, or fake beauty.

I walked back to my seat, telling myself to act normal  and stop pretending. I already had a little American accent in my voice so there was no need to pretend.

As I sat down, I turned to the white guy and said, "Hi, my name is Munachi."

He seemed confused at first, but then I flashed that my award winning smile I always used to persuade people to do something for me and immediately he smiled back.

"The name's James," he said taking my hand.

Wow. Nice intonation and what a bass he got there. I apologized​ for laying on him and for the bad breath stuff and I found myself actually explaining this disgusting part of myself, about my nap issues.

He just laughed at the comments and commented on how funny I was. I was confused cause I was only explaining myself. Weird.

We talked a little and I found out that he's also going to college and came to Nigeria to see how Lagos was. He's a year older than I am, that's twenty, and he's studying Law. That took me by surprise, cause he really didn't have all that lawyer vibe in him.

We exchanged numbers and all, as friends though, cause he's cool. And I swear each time he laughed about something I said, the White girl behind always made this annoying sound but I ignored it.

Finally, we were in USA.. hmm so fast, but I still can't believe it! I walk to the airport to carry my luggages but now, I have to carry it all alone.

I was supposed to stay​ at Aunty Chioma's house, so I called her and told her that I had arrived.

I got to carry the bags, one after the other to a shop near the exit so as to avoid wasting her time. I took my time to admire the place and compare it to Lagos' own.

There were fine lights, and the shops were arranged with new brands of many things there.

After some minutes of waiting and counting the number of tiles I could see, Aunty Chioma showed up with her children, my cousins, Marcy and Jade. They're so cute and I could see that the American effect on Africans had already taken place in their lives.

Their little forms hugged me, so I guess they remembered when I used to read them bed time stories everytime at home.

We entered her car, and luckily, to my surprise, my luggages actually fit into the boot of her car.

We drove a long way to her house and I couldn't help but admire the neatness of the roads, the arrangement of the houses and the neighborhood, how cool and quiet it was...unlike Lagos and Aba with all its noise.

She drove into a small neighborhood with the houses looking exactly the same, but with different numbers on them and others few designs were made on them.

How would they tell their houses apart if not for the number? I asked myself. What a confusing country.

I noticed few people on the streets and I tried to wave, to be friendly at least, but they looked at me in a weird manner, as if I was crazy. Hmm somebody cannot wave again or what?

We finally got to her house and I saw that the house was neat. When I mean neat, I don't mean Nigeria neat, I mean hotel neat like it almost looked like those hotels in Lekki and Banana Island.

I was showed my own room and it was well, enough. It had a nice wardrobe, a desk for my books and for me to read, the curtains we're golden with white stripes and my bed was a medium size, enough for me but a little bit big in the middle of the room.

"Aunty Chioma, is this not too much?" I asked.

"Ahh Munachi it's okay nah, just manage this, this is what I have and it's okay for you. You're staying for six years!"

"Bu-"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. I think you have to go to school tomorrow, cause you have lectures, so you can't miss them. If you need anything, money, clothes, advice.. I'm available."

"Thanks Aunty Ch-"

"Just call me Lida ehn, that's my English name."

"But Aun-"

"I said Lida," she said smiling.

I nodded and thanked her again for the thousandth time and she left me alone, with my new room my new home, my new life....

I removed my travelling clothes and put it in the laundry basket, took a cool shower and washed my Nigerian hair which was very long now and finally dried it. The weather was not as cold as I expected, so I wore joggers and an arsenal jersey.

After everything, I met her husband and we all ate dinner together, which reminded me of home, of Nigeria and Mama's delicacies but I had to manage..just few more years...

After dinner, we said the rosary and we all went to bed.

I couldn't sleep. I kept on thinking of the school and how it'll be​ like. The people there would be new too. I couldn't stay off campus so Lida had already gotten a hostel for me in school and that made me more nervous... I'd be living in a room with a White girl. Not racist or anything, but jeez I'm scared.

Lord what have I done? What? What? Ah ahh! Did I commit any sin on my way? Is it because I talked to James on the plane? Is it because of that White girl? Am I being racist? No I'm not. White people are cool...at least that's what I see on TV back in Lagos. I'm cool with them, not their attitude...

Help me Lord, tomorrow is gonna be a busy day...

I fall asleep as I tell Jesus the number of things I want him to help me with once I reach my new school...

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So she has arrived 😁😁😁

Well, any improvement? Any comments? Any mistakes?

Note I've not really edited these stuffs so if there are grammatical errors anywhere please don't forget to alert me.

This chapter wasn't as interesting as the first but bet, the next one is gonna be faaabbbuullloouusss 🙈🙈🙈🙈😚😚😚

Munaloves y'all ❤