"... they would go down to the shore looking for that ship to take them back home to their native land and people"
At the primitive age of three, I was thrown into a seemingly chaotic world. A
globe with a class of people I had never encountered. I saw my first Caucasian
traveling from my native country Africa and it terrified my young soul. My
mother and I bounced from London, New York and our final destination
California. My mother laughing hysterically recalls how I was taken back by this new culture of people; I
had a specific name for them in our language “bamboolah” in Amharic and "Ashanguleet" in Tigrinya, which
meant doll or strange looking thing. I refused to believe at the tender age of three that any other race
besides my own, Black, was dominant. In Arabic I would cry to my mother and say, "Numshe Fog! Numshe Fog!" ** ("We came from the sky, so use the same sky to take me back!"). This was the introduction to my first
educational course in America.
**Butchered Arabic translation
