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As we walked out of the airport, the frigid Winter breaze smacked me in my face, leaving my teeth to chatter, My Father stuck out his hand in the road, and a round shaped black car approached us, a man was in it, a fat old white man just to point out, he had a...well a... erm gone off English accent lets just say. Dad instructed me and mum to enter the car, and he followed after.

“Enjoying the weather, are we Thema?” my dad said in English, Has this foolish man forgot, I can’t speak nor understand a word of his silly language, argh why can’t everyone just speak Akan

I looked up to my mum, to indicate I need translating which she did

“yɛ mo dɛmara no fucking nwin efiri sɛ me yɛ turning kɔ ayis” (Do you like the fucking cold because i am turning to ice) she translated for me, I let out a little giggle, then he looked at me as if I was mad. I  shook my head at him

“Well before we go to your new home, we are going to get you some new clothes” he said, and waited for my mother to translate, but at the time she was to busy giggling, oh how I wonder about this woman at times, I had to nudge her to gain her attention

“ohh ɔ said ye are going kɔ waste biribiara me sika bi foforo sexy clothes” (Ohh he said we are going to waste all my money on new sexy clothes” she said smiling, for some reason I didn’t believe what she said, but I just nodded my head anyway, you see my mum is cheeky like that, I am the complete opposite, I am more reserved I think I take my father’s side.

We finally reached our destination, Dad took us into a shop, which read at the top in fancy red writing “H & M” as soon as we knew it, mum was picking out clothes, I assumed were for me and her, times like this my opinion didn’t matter, if she thought it was hot, it was HOT!

My father leaned to one side, reading a newspaper, looking quite bored as he waited for my mother to finish her shopping, she was acting as if she was shopping for the rest of her life. But while she did this, I came into contact with a standing mirror; I started to examine myself, from my worn out flip flops, to the long piece of kinteh cloth wrapped around my waist, to the worn out white T-shirt I was wearing which read “Nike” with a little tick underneath; I started to look around, I realised I look different from everyone else, This made me feel...well, it made me feel...

Different?.

My mum finally finished, so dad escorted us to the checkout point.

“dɛn did mo buy mummy?” (what did you buy mummy?) I asked as she let go of the mountain of clothes she was wearing

“dont adwenmuhaw naaso me bought fa yɛ both very sexy clothes” (don’t worry but I bought us both, very sexy clothes) she replied, I gave her s grin, and father to pay for what we bought.

After we had finished shopping, we were taken to our new home, Father unlocked the big hench door with his bronze key, we walked in leaving the door the make a screeching noise behind us.

“Alice, Alice Alice!” dad called, from the bottom of the stairs

And a skinny white girl walked down the stairs.

“This is your sister” he said, smilling. My mother translated for me

WOW! since when did I have a sister? A white sister?

“ɛte sɛn” (hello) I plucked up the courage to say

“daddy” the little white girl, or should I say “my sister” whined

“she said hello” my mother said in an annoyed manner

“well ok you two young ladies get to know eachother, and Alice take Thema to your room and show her where she will be sleeping” dad said, and my mum indicated for me to follow “Alice” which I did.

As we finally walked up the million stairs, and was in Alice’s room, My new bedroom. It was pretty and pink with two separate double beds, and fluffy white carpet, she has many consols and make up around her room.

I went to sit on one of the beds when...

“ergh get up of my bed, your dirty” alice shouted, I didn’t understand one word that she said so I raised one of my eyebrows

“ohh I forgot your from African, you a slave?”

I stayed quiet, as I didn’t understand what she said

“don’t fucking just like totally blank me, silly black girl” she shouted, I wasn’t sure if she was being rude, but I am older than this little girl she shouldn’t be shouting in my face

“tie kakra akatasia dont mo dare teɛ mu mu me anim” (listen little girl dont you dare shout in my face) I retaliated in an angry manner

“oh my gosh, stop saying voodoo in my ear you Zulu warrior...” she kept going on and on, even though I didn’t understand what she was saying it still hurt me. I curled up in a ball, on the corner of the room and tried to block out all the utter shit she was shouting at me, at times like this I am happy I don’t understand English, because this situation would be much worse. She finally stopped and slammed the door behind her saying...

“You fucking rat!”