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My Life Before My Life

By: Chinyere Evulukwu

In the year 1992, was I born in the native country of Africa. Africa is a country where there is absolutely no water, nevertheless snow. Life was hard for me and my siblings, especially with no mother to support us. Each day we would each take six buckets of water down the steeply hills to the well to fetch water for us to be able to survive. The environment we lived in was a s dirty as a pig, and as small as a hut. Unfortunately for us, our house had only one room. There are five of us, and we all slept in that one room whether we liked it or not. In our conditions, we ate so little that you could see ribs and bones on our little bodies. Yet life couldn’t get any better. Indeed there was school, and we went daily. When school was over and done, we came back to the same place where we had began to suffer our flesh and bones. Our chores were overwhelming, and if we didn’t do it correctly, in the right manner, we would get whooped twenty-four strokes of cain on our butts.
Anyway, to add to our suffering, we had barely enough time to do our homework assigned to us by the teacher that day, so when we didn’t do it we would also get twenty-four strokes of cain on our hands or butt. But it gets better. Lucky enough, my mother who abandoned us to go and study abroad in the U.S. gave us a call one night. Fortunate for us, we had electricity. She then states to us that she had made an appointment at the embassy for us to get our permanent visa to come to America. From that moment, I felt escalated. Words couldn’t describe my feelings. I was as happy as a lost bird who just found it’s home. Well, God says “Everything happens for a reason”. Doubtlessly, we start preparing for the interview. We needed to memorize my mom’s address in America, and a couple more things. We also needed to bring in some of our baby pictures. From that day on, we started praying that God Liberates us from this burden, this chain that holds us down from being successful. On the day of the interview, we were all shaking. We were all nervous because we had no idea that we were going to be treated as kind as a mother bird treats it’s children. When we eventually get there, we sing in and await our actual interview. The man to interview us calls us up. Surprisingly, he doesn’t ask us any questions. We then give each other these surprising looks. To God’s glory the only question he eventually asks us is who we are in the pictures we show him. He then tells us to come pick up our visa the following Thursday. This is where my real life begins. As I said “Everything happens for a reason”.
We emigrated to America in 2001. To be exact, August 1, 2001. At that time, I had a very powerful accent. Now we’re officially settled in America. Certainly you can predict what next right, school. We enroll into McKinley Junior High and Elementary school. On the first day of school, I was in a state of mere excitement, not knowing wjat was to come, not knowing that from that day on, I was going to be as devastated as a dying animal. The day started out peaceful. It was hot, and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day. The birds were chirping. The bus was strangely weird. It was like something I had never seen in my life before. It was big and yellow I was most certainly used to walking. I got to school, and was already the laughing stock of the day. My hair was surprisingly different from theirs. Mine was sticking up in different directions, and theirs was neatly together or down. By the time I got to my assigned room, I was heavily late. The teacher in the classroom mispronounced my name. When I tried to tell her the correct way to pronounce it, the class immediately burst into laughter. I felt so sad and depressed. I just wanted to go but I couldn’t. these were some of the horrible times in my life. Sometimes I would come to school and everyone would just cover there noses, and I wouldn’t know why, to later find out that they were doing it because of me. Students would taunt me daily about my accent. They would make jokes about my culture and lifestyle, because of what they hear on the media. I would come to school the next day and they would all sit far away from me like I’m this disgusting animal. All these things would cause me to go home and start shedding an amazing amount of tears. Sometimes I would go home and try to runaway, but when I remember my purpose of coming here, I would try to endure it. I would say to myself “I am a strong woman, I can overcome anything”, but that doesn’t work. I start all over again with tears. I would ask God “Why does bad things happen to good people” daily with no answer. I felt like God had abandoned me and left me cold in this lonely world. It went on and on like this to the extent that I let them win. I let them get the better of me, and gently start to slip. But one day, God raises me back up from my fall. He says to me that I am better than this, and that I shouldn’t let anything or anyone bring me down. He reminds me that he still loves me no matter what.
Six years later now, I am a better person, with an incredible heart. Nothing and no one can bring me down. I say to myself “God is my refuge and strength, and in him will I trust”. And to everyone that experienced this sadness in their lives, I say to you “Stand strong, and hold on because at the end, they’ll be the ones kissing the ground you walk on”.