New life


      The past is the consequence of what we have done in the present and the future will be the result of what we are doing in the present,choices lead us to the future.

   Me and my family we made  a choice,and that choice brought us here.My name is jemima,and i from Angola,a beautiful country ,located on the South Atlantic coast of West Africa, between Namibia and Congo, a country that is wonderfully warm, with happy people who loves to dance, with beaches and forests, a country where summer is  longer than winter I would say that my country smells like the ocean.Where it is possible to find hawkers in every corner of the city capital, Luanda, small markets almost everywhere, with some paved streets and other not, that when the rain falls, makes a lot of small holes in the roads, streets that are always crowded with taxis of blue and white color, but what captivated me and still  captivates me in my country is the capacity of Angola to make anyone feel at home and get into the rhythm.And it is important for everyone to feel at home, and Angola makes everybody feel comfortable,because of the diversity of colors found in each corner, by the unique and exotic way of the Angolan movement, a joy that the people transmit every day it is unique!

was an easy and difficult decision at the same time, it was easy because we  were exited with the idea of knowing a new country outside of Africa, to see the snow for the first time, to eat the famous American hotdog, to listen to the noise  caused by the traffic in new York,i was amazed.It was a difficult decision because we had to leave our house, our old friends,stop going to our favorite places, say bye to the country that saw me grow, yes it was difficult because I didn’t know when I would go back to it, until now I do not know.

For political reasons, my family had to move, reasons that included my life and my family’life, before we leave, we spent some scary moments in which we did not feel safe in our own country,Fear of being killed, kidnapped.During all the time that we lived in Angola we created roots and friends, we were afraid of not being able to rebuild the same friendships and roots here.We made the decision to leave without even knowing what awaited us on the other side of the world, carrying with us only a few suitcases, which were full of hopes and fears, but above all joy, joy that a of the strong characteristics of the African people has always been the weapon of my small family, we were happy with the mere possibility of a better future.

as we arrived in the United States, we began our journey into the future, and the quest for much of our questions about how and indeed life as an immigrant. In the beginning it was difficult because we did not know the language and it was complicated to communicate with the natives, it was difficult to even get some answers. But it was also easy because around us there was always someone willing to help, using a translator of course!

we saw great differences between here and my country, one of them was the snow something we never saw, our first snow was a memorable experience! very different from Angola, in a short time that I live here I would say that the smell that identifies Maine is a mixture of cigarette and wood and that the sound that identifies is the sound of the wind on the trees.

we were very well received here, we met people with huge hearts and willing to help. We are rebuilding our lives here, learning every day, meeting new people, new places, and learning to see Maine as our new home.Maine will eventually turn to be our home, but Angola will always be our place, the land of our grandfathers, Maine will see me build a future for me and for  the peoplethat I love, but Angola saw me born, grow and leave.

Along my journey here I learned that each country is a country, with stories, adventures, culture …  to build a new life in another country we should not forget life in the previous country, but we must use all knowledge of the previous country for the new country, because no matter where we are, the land will always be the same, the air the same, the same souls, the same animals, there will always be music and dance, any country will always be a home.


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