Part 2 – the arrival
What’s up to my SESQUIPEDALALIANS wanna bes like myself oh HA..HA who am I kidding, it’s just not my thing. Why use a $25 word when I can use a $2 word, am not trying to sound wickedly smart to anyone, I don’t have to right, or should I 🤔….. nahhhhhhh, besides I don’t have any fancy expensive words to amuse you with. Keeping you guys intrigued by my stories is soo much work on its own 😌
So, you remember when I was telling you “little had I known”.. I thought I knew what I know now but I had not known what to know then (😂😂 ohhhhh that was good I felt it myself _goose bumpssss or HORRIPILATION, if you’re one of those people I’ve been talking about #good quote *)….
OK moving on you should know that not even Mr Google had prepared me for what I was about to step into.. Regardless of Raymond’s attempt to enlighten me on this world I was diving into head first, I still had no clue at all.. (Raymond, my dear friend who was already studying in Algeria,whose efforts didn’t go unrecognised lol).he tried, but trying to explain to me that in the arabic language you write from the right to the left side of the page, it was like trying to explain to ambuya Mahere my grandmother how to use snapchat and filters on instagram. It just didn’t make sense at all. I was soo clueless / oblivious/ incognizant / “closed” ( a very very loose use of the word but you should try to understand where am going with this, actually try translating that word “closed” to your native language you will see exactly why I’m using it. In the same context, in my native language shona this word would be “kuvharwa”….. Totally clueless ., I only wished there were manuscripts and slides at airports giving us just a little bit of intel on our final destinations because , when you’re stepping into a foreign country you don’t want to be caught off guard.. Trust me on this one, I know what I’m telling you .
How “closed” was I??? Listen, the closest I had been to an Arabian man or women was through television and the Internet which sums it all up to nothing because well if I’m to consider movies then what I knew then was that most if not all Arabs are muslims and in movies they are usually if not always the villains. We all know how it’s goes, I’m not fabricating this, if it’s not a Russian man it’s an Arabian . Speaking of religion, I’m a christian and in my country christianity takes a 98% lead (estimating) as to islam, and the closest I had been to the Islamic culture 🤔 that would be in primary school if that counts.. At my school back then there was this group of muslim kids, and these kids used to fascinate me a lot. Well firstly there was like one or two of them in each grade, all from the same family I believed because they all went home at the same time, if it was a Friday they left school even earlier than the rest of us, pretty unfair for my third grade me. I used to stare at them a lot as they packed themselves up in thier mini van whilst I waited by the car park for my dad who was always always late to pick me up. And also I liked the hijab,I thought it was a cool way to pimp out our school uniform and it came on as a plus for them in winter.🤔 I don’t remember seeing them participate in any sports, no swimming, no no extra curriculum activities, nope nothing that I can remember of .besides in my class we didn’t have any muslim and so there was zero interaction with any of them.. . My fascination to these kids had nothing to do with any interest whatsoever in the actual religion so this puts me right back to “being closed”.
I think my very first blow was in Cairo when we were in transit. That first heat wave which slapped me as I disembarked the plane did come with a warning triangle but I was too pumped up to care. I was clenched to my excitement and curiosity too much to notice the long distance from the aircraft to the departure gate, but that didn’t last too long because one step into the airport gave me a straight up right handed punch in to my gut. For a second I could not fathom out what I was seeing…
Nobody gave me a memoir on what I was seeing and smelling and hearing… The only thing that caught me from throwing a tantrum at that moment oh wait actually two things was, 1_ I was not the only one getting a slap into reality and 2_ well how much could an airport tell about Arabs, I was still in transit right…. Yes and also No.Once again, little did I know . I remember the whole time my mind was going on and on in a rumble,
“ohh owwwkayyyy, ummm ok umm ummm what on earth is going on here.. Where I’m I, why are all these people staring at me, are we really that black, what are these people saying, does anyone else smell something funny, Daphia keep walking, ok Marshal is saying something listen, I could use a good night sleep right now, I wonder who is going to be my roommate or will I be staying alone, gosh I need a shower,I need to freshen up my breath stinks, umm that sign probably says departure gate but like what Raymond said I should probably read it from right to left 🙄🙄 as if I can read it,,, wait where am I by the way, am totally” closed ” !!!! ”
as much as my gut was still hurting from that upper cut punch, I didn’t have much time to nurture the pain because before I even had the time to ease into it I was standing at another gate, in Houari Boumediene airport in Algiers, Algeria…..
Boumediene airport, Algeria
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