PROLOGUE
"Ijeoma! Ijeoma!! Come downstairs now!" From my room upstairs, I can hear my ma shouting my name. I have always wondered, is it something that only the African parents do? Because when I watch the movies, their parents don't shout this way. Ah well! I was lost in my thoughts again, so I didn't answer my mom the first time she called me.
"Ijeoma! Did I not call you?!" She yelled again.
"Ma! I'm coming!" I yelled back, running down the stairs.
"Mommy I'm here." I said when I reached the parlor. I saw my little sister, Chinelo sitting down as well.
"Oya sit down. I have something to tell you girls." We waited for her to speak. In my house—in my country—you don't interrupt an elder. It's bad manners.
"I got a job transfer. We will be moving to Florida next month." My jaw dropped. My eyes opened.
Welcome Unicorns. It's mama unicorn here😌. So... I decided to write a totally different book this time. This book will also help to get rid of some of y'all's ignorance and insensitive thoughts about Africa. Since some words will be a bit strange, I'll try to put up a glossary in each chapter. Any italicized word apart from her thoughts is a strange word which I will try my best to explain😊
Glossary:
Parlor: it the same as a living room or hall.
Oya: it's a slang or expression used frequently in Nigeria. It means 'hurry up' or something😬
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