Turning Point

What’s up World?

What’s up with me? Well I feel like I am at my turning point. I have been here for a while now and it feels like home, the home I once lived in and left, the home that has been inside my heart. Before my family and I were sponsored by the wonderful people at The First Baptist Church to come to Canada under refugee status I was here in Kenya. When my home country in Somalia was in war my beautiful and strong mother took her 3 children and ran. She ended up in Kenya where we were welcomed by Kenyans and where we were sponsored to come to Canada and better our lives further. I always vowed to return and work for free doing anything to show my gratitude. This year I have been given that opportunity by York University in Canada and I am beyond grateful. I also feel very happy because I kept the promise I made when I was only 7 years old.

Today I heard of many more Somali people crossing the border into Kenya because of the drought in Somalia. My heart sunk into my stomach, knowing the pain and situations of those people, my only hope is that they will be accepted into Kenya as I was. On the other hand it pains me to know that these horrible things war, poverty and drought to name a few are killing innocent people in Somalia and all over the world.

My turning point here in Kenya is that I have adapted the many cultures that live here and I have made my own so much stronger because of the big population of Somali people here. All of my friends here and my students are Luos, Kikuyu’s, Kamba’s, Masaai, Kissi’s and so many mixed people.

Today I finished my classes and usually I just stick around and tell Disney stories to my students but I adapt the name to my students names and they love them so much. Today I came to the computer in the nearest town Oyugis so I couldn’t stay after class and my students were very sad. We are at a point that when we don’t see each other suring the entire day we are complaining. Yesterday the secondarians accused me of not loving them as much as I love the primarians, so naturally I had to play volleyball with one group and do track and field with the other. I love them, I love them, I love them and I can not imagine leaving them.

I was offered a job in Parliament but obviously I can not take it right now going into my final year at York but I was also told even when I graduate the job will be mine, which is yes awesome! It’s almost overwhelming being loved so much, I wonder if celebrities feel this way. So far I have been to Nairobi, Narok, Kissi, Oyugis, Mombasa, Kisumu, Kendu Bay (where Obama’s father is from) and other cities along the way and each and time it’s nothing but love, love,love.

People here are so accepting, friendly and loving that I think when I return I may give free hugs (if I get arrested, you will know why lol). I forgot my usb cord at home that’s why the pictures haven’t been put up yet but hopefully I get a new one in Nairobi before I leave. Believe me, you want to have a chance to see this beautiful place filled with beautiful people.

I taught my kids to speak some Somali which they love and also some Somali songs. I have a recording of them performing Waka Waka, Oh Africa and Wavin Flag and I hope o post them soon.

Be back before you can say SAMAWATHASHADACLIFF (that’s my great grandmother’s name and one of my middle names, yes it’s super long).;)

LIVE~LEARN~LOVE LIFE
Sucdi aka Sudi aka Walaay (crazy one)