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Click here to hear audio.)Everybody all came together from Kenya. We all got interviewed and everything. If you’re in Africa, you can take like your uncle or your sister. You can say, “This my sister.” And she and you can come. They take each person one by one. They’ll ask questions. So if they take me, they ask me the same question they ask my mom or my sister. If I answer differently, then we’ve got to stay.
They asked like, “Who do you live with? What do you guys do? Where does your dad work? How old are you?” Or sometimes they just ask you, “Who’s supports you?” You know some people they try to bring other kids, and that’s not their kid. So when the kid say, “That’s not my dad,” then they will ask him, “Who’s the son?”
I felt sad leaving my friends. I was happy outside, but I was sad inside.
We went from Nairobi to Belgium. We took two airplanes. We took two days to get here. I don’t know where that place was, but we stopped somewhere. Then again we stopped in New York City. Then we got here. We took three airplanes.
Yeah, 2004, October 26. It was Tuesday. It was night out. It was 2:00. It was fall. I remember.
Some other people picked us to the airport. My mom’s sister son—he’s my brother—he came here before us. He lived here like three months before us. He was waiting for us at home. That morning when we got up, he came in the morning. I got up. I went to his house. We walked to his house. It was nice.
They asked like, “Who do you live with? What do you guys do? Where does your dad work? How old are you?” Or sometimes they just ask you, “Who’s supports you?” You know some people they try to bring other kids, and that’s not their kid. So when the kid say, “That’s not my dad,” then they will ask him, “Who’s the son?”
I felt sad leaving my friends. I was happy outside, but I was sad inside.
We went from Nairobi to Belgium. We took two airplanes. We took two days to get here. I don’t know where that place was, but we stopped somewhere. Then again we stopped in New York City. Then we got here. We took three airplanes.
Yeah, 2004, October 26. It was Tuesday. It was night out. It was 2:00. It was fall. I remember.
Some other people picked us to the airport. My mom’s sister son—he’s my brother—he came here before us. He lived here like three months before us. He was waiting for us at home. That morning when we got up, he came in the morning. I got up. I went to his house. We walked to his house. It was nice.
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