Most people say they don’t remember much from their early childhood besides one or two happy memories, the only memory I have from my childhood still tortures my mind to this day, but also it reminds me that not all people in this world are evil and that there will always be hope even is the darkness of despair.
Woken by the gentle but swift steps of mother the desolate dusty streets of home came into focus, slung over her shoulder still half asleep, my mind began to run with possibilities of what was happening, a young mind unable to comprehend what was occurring. Trembling i asked “where are we....” my words halted by a rapid subsection of rifle shots nearby, I clutched Mother tightly as ...view middle of the document...
The time spent in the hold was used to share stories between groups; I learned that my new friend Talul was a boy my age in the same situation as me. Still confused about the events up until this point we asked his father what had happened, He sighed and pondered the correct way to explain for children of our age. “Your father and i and in danger from some very bad people and for all our safety we have had to leave, and that is all you need to know”, this left both of us wondering what was so for us not to know.
It was impossible to tell how much time passed before the hatch was opened and orange beams of light streamed into the dark, lighting up all the people below i was the first to go topside the brisk sea air whipped my face as i took a deep breath and exhaled cheerful to be free from the stench of the lower deck.
My parents were standing together looking out over the water i squeezed between them; nothing was said as my family watched our homeland slowly drift into the distance outlined by the brilliant orange and purple streaks of the setting sun. We were now refugees this was the first step in my family exodus from the war torn country of Kenya, this sombre moment seemed to last forever as we cuddled together knowing this journey would not be easy.
Days past as our little boat steamed ahead into the vast blue of the ocean a tiny insignificant speck to all others. The constant rocking and taste of pickled food was a cocktail of sickness adding to the already high tempers of the families as peoples personalities began to grate on each other.
Most days were spent looking out into the vast ocean or sharing...