A 17-year-old exchange student from Tanzania, Kibiki Afiya Ntanta, comes to America, where she will be attending school for her senior year. She is of the Maasai tribe, and she is very tall and elegant looking.
She will be staying with the Mulligan family of Nashville, Tennessee.
I just got in to my new home here in America; I just came on a big silver bird that flew through the air, and I am very tired and sleepy. I am waiting for my new American family to come pick me up, and I am nervous scared; what if they don't like me??
This is Kibiki Afiya Ntanta again; I am 17 years old, and I just come from Tanzania, my home. I am here to go to school here in America, and it is part of student exchange program. I don't know what to expect here, and everything here seem so big and strange...
I will be staying with American family, their last name is Mulligan. I practice saying "Mulligan" on my lips; I like the way it rolls off my tongue! There are 9 children in my American family. Some older, some younger; I think of my three little sisters (Adia, Bahati, and Chaisiku), and my big brothers (Salehe and Mosi), and I suddenly get wet behind my eyes, as I suddenly miss them terribly. I hope they know some Swahili or Maasai because I not know that much English; my English is still not good!
Later~
I meet my new American family; they are glad I am here; and they hug me and give me kisses. I hug and kiss them back, but I feel funny doing so because they are not my real family. But as long as I here in America, they be my family, so I learn to get along with them, no? I feel strange because they are all colors, and I never see that except in big city of Addis Ababa, where you have brown Arabs, black Africans, or people from Urope [Europe]. I not see many yellow people from Asia in Addis Ababa. But they still glad I am here, and they can't wait to show me America or my new home here!
After we left airport and get my things, we go to McDonald's. I not like the meat; it nasty, and the bread too dry. I eat only potato sticks [fries], and drink my brown drink that was cold and filled with square water [ice]; the cold tickled my lips, and the cold went down to my tummy! It was nothing like I had ever experienced, but the cold brown drink was good, and so were the potato sticks! I didn't eat much, for fear I would lose my stomach; but I didn't. Still, I felt a bit sick to my stomach, so I ate very little. But what I eat was good!
We then go to my new American home, and it was big; never seen anything like it! The boma was huge, much bigger than my boma back in Tanzania; and they had all sorts of interesting things: lights that made the room bright or dark if you turned them off, big boxes that kept food cold, a box that cooked food and made them taste yummy, and even a moving truck that had so much room in it! (My American baba told me that its name was Hummer. It was really large, and it had much room in it! But the noise Hummer made scared me; it sounded like a herd of angry elephants, and it made my stomach bounce! I did NOT like Hummer!)
Until I go to school in few weeks, I have to get used to being in America. I don't know if I am ready for all the weird things I have already seen: the boxes for food that made them hot or cold, the Hummer, the food places where you ordered your food and then had it brought to you instead of trying to catch your food on your own, the beds (I don't think I'll be sleeping there; I'd much rather sleep on the floor!), or the different colored people in one family! And they talked funny: they sounded just like a bunch of chattering monkeys, and I don't understand much what they say! I keep telling them to slow down or to repeat themselves, but they don't listen! ARRRGGGGHHH!!!
I will be writing more in the next few weeks; stay tuned~
Kibiki A. Ntanta, Maasai girl from Tanzania in America, ready to be American student in few weeks....
I loved this story Karen, I am not going to even attempt spelling this characters name LOL, But it was a godd story, well done, but all of your stories are excellent and well done.
God Bless~Michelle~
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