Greetings from Washington, D.C.!
This is your friend, Naiser Moore, writing. In case you are not familiar with me, I am the younger brother to Keserian, who lives in Nashville, Tennessee, and we both have a younger sister, M'Buti, who just recently moved to Alaska with her family.
We were all born in Kenya, in the small Maasai village of Eldoret. We lived in Africa until the 2000's: M'Buti came in 2000 (became naturalized in 2001 just after September 11, 2001 happened); meanwhile, Keserian moved to Tennessee in 2008; and I came to Washington, D.C. four years ago, in 2010. We don't see each other that often, but we do keep in regular contact with one another. We've always remained very close as a family unit.
Keserian works as head of neurology at Nashville Memorial Hospital; he's always been the brains of our family. He loves it and is making fantastic money; he doesn't have to worry about bills. M'Buti was working at the Nashville Banner as a reporter for local events and happenings, but now she has just started working for the Fairbanks News (also as a reporter); I wish her well. Her husband, meanwhile, is head nurse of the burn ward at Fairbanks Medical Center; he got a job offer that he couldn't refuse, which is why he and his family moved to Alaska.
As for me, I'm happy to say that I am working: I am employed for one of the local school districts here in Washington, DC. I am a security guard. It's a challenge a lot of the time, but I enjoy my work. It's better than being unemployed, which I was when I last wrote; I got this job three years ago and I love it. It's nice not being able to worry about bills or whether I can get food on the table!
Working keeps our minds busy; we don't have much time to think about idle things or our parents, whom we lost over 13 years ago. They were murdered in a home invasion. Can't believe that they've been gone for that long period of time; we still miss them as much now as we did on the day we found out the terrible news about our parents. But at least we are now able to talk about it and reminiesce without falling apart at the seams.
Well, it's about time for me to report to my duty station; soon the children will be let out for the day, and I want to make sure that they get to and from their buses (or lockers) smoothly and without incident. If we don't have a handle on things, fist fights or other incidents can break out and we don't want to have anybody getting shot, stabbed, or ending up with broken bones. Our school is not in the best part of town, so we have to be extremely careful.
I will write in here again soon; hopefully it won't be as long of a wait since my last entry. I am very bad when it comes to writing or updating people about what's going on! Please do forgive me!
~Naiser Moore. :)
