AgentOfChaos wrote:I went back home a while back, I remember feeling excited by mere thought of standing at motherland's amazing sunny beach with beautiful blue open sky and basking in the calming ocean breeze, but all that evaporated away when my plane landed in middle of a desolate dry post apocalyptic plain with no trees as far as the eye could see, and in the horizon I saw what appeared to be a horde of hungry wolves moving towards me ready to devour me limb from limb, but as they come closer turns out it wasn't bloodthirsty wolves but rather just my relatives seeking shaxaad.
Loooooool walahi reminds me my first time back home as a grown man..I was elated to be heading home..my family called my uncle to get me through the airport..as soon as entered the airport lobby some dude approached and me thinking this is one of my cousins I hugged him hard bc he called out my name nd surname ..I immediately found out ileen dude was an airport worker ordered my uncle to bring me outside..that's not it..I came outside and a man that looked identical to my father gave me a very. Affectionate hug and it was uncle..then he held my hand and amazingly he lined up 10 cousin dudes to introduce me to one by one, like how they do with the president when he comes back from overseas..one thing I remember the most was how my image of my cousins was forever ruined, I thought all my cousins would be great looking people but they were the ugliest man alive with protruding teeth and a terrible odor.. But guess what.,I come to love them bc they were in their natural state and they were the coolest people ever.,I've made friendship with some of them that I love them to death..one of them is very close to me that I even paid his wedding..I even send him money unexpectedly..I always send money to him .l I can forget the love he showed me when one of my little brother got beat up by kids from the UK and he went to war with me..oh btw I taught him to dress well, I gave my clothes and cologne ..I send him phones whenever someone was heading to the motherland..I opened social media's for him..I took him around my diaspora friends ..I always told him to order anything and I always paid..I even attempted to hook him up with them diaspora chicks around us in hopes of getting him a passport but the language barrier made impossible.