Narration on American Experience in Africa


Narrationon American Experience in Africa

Narrationon American Experience in Africa

VisitingAfrica in a Christmas season was a dream coming true. The ChristmasEve had been long awaited, well prepared and a family trip was set.The anxiety piled up until we landed in Mombasa airport in Kenya. Aswe stepped off the plane, the sea breeze welcomed us, and the smellof the ocean was fresh. It was what we had yearned for. Theinternational visitors` lounge was full of mixed races many makingcalls a sign that the country was a home far from home. It was in theevening a day before the 25th of December, the ideal Christmas day.The Christmas carols were softly played, and a live band with dancersdressed as Father Christmas was dancing to the tunes. You could notmistake the season.

Therooms in the airport had been entirely booked a month earlier. A wellendowed, dark African lady with American height was courteous enoughto approach us in time. Her accent suited the black-American one. Youwould mistake her for a home mate. She showed us the cubs that wouldtake us to the place of preference to spend a night. The beach hotelwas colorful with ribbons and Merry Christmas wishes. Various flagshanged at a corner and flown by the sea breeze below a floodlightwere visible through the mirror on the left side of the hotel.

Thetraditional dances were abundant and entertaining on the groundfloor, but we were so tired that we only took dinner and wentupstairs to take a rest (Christie et al, 2014). On the right side ofmy room, there was a TV hanging on the wall. According to McMichaeland Leonard (2011), new technology devices like TV help people find away of narrating stories. Beside the TV, there were some traditionalwall hangings and a traditional calabash and a horn. There was also aboat model hanging above the bathroom door that was on the left sideof the room. I kept my belongings in the wardrobe without properarrangement, took a shower, texted my parents and my little brother agoodnight message and slept. They had occupied the next rooms, but Iwas too tired to cross over for a verbal wish.

Earlyin the morning, rough, loud voices full of the sea and its salt wokeme up. From the beach hotel window, I watched as people approachedthe shore one at a time. From a distance there were bloated ship`shorns, splashing oars, men and women shouting to one another, graygulls cawing, and wings flattened to absorb the ripening sunlight(Appiah 2008). I yearned to join them. I regretted waking up earlier.However, it was not late. I took the breakfast and a shower andwalked downstairs. I spotted my brother from the corner and realizedthey might have waited for me for long. We took the breakfasttogether cracking jokes and seemingly excited.

Unlikethe previous night`s soft Christmas carols, the music was moderatelyaudible, but occasionally interrupted by a laughing or talking groupsand couples. The driver who was to show us around was in the parkinglot waiting. We headed straight to the Tsavo East National Park. Thedark thicket welcomed us calmly. It was hard to detect that there waswildlife in the region. However, after a few miles from the main gatewe found what we were looking for. A pair of antelopes crossed and wealmost jumped off with excitement. One would get the temptation tofollow them, but the forest was dangerous. Now more and more animalsappeared. Monkeys, baboons, chimpanzee all of which I cannot rememberthe difference unless in exceptional reference.

Theexcitement was increasing with time. We saw tigers, bears, wolves,deer, leopards, zebras among others. Each of us had a camera. I wastorn between using my camera and my phone as I wanted to send somephotos to my friends immediately. In the middle of the game reserve,we found the big five, the elephants, rhinos, buffalos, giraffes andthe lion, the king of the jungle (Firestone et al, 2009). They werebusy enjoying the jungle. Soon they started moving towards the south.We were informed that they wanted to head to the river for somewater. We followed the narrow path that followed the direction.

TheAfrican nature was adorable and the scene was incredible. Variousanimals in pairs and groups, both male and females played along theriver. We wished that it was safe to get out of the vehicle. However,it was too dangerous. It was already at the noon, and we had to getback to the city, take lunch and go swimming.

Thetime was very short and it seemed as if only a minute had elapsed. Iwas not hungry, at least not to an extent of wishing to leave thescene. However, we were running out of time. At the beach, there weremore people than we had left. The sun was scorching, but we had wornsome sunscreens, and we were ready for another refreshing moment. Mybrother and I moved to the far end to join fellow youths. As weapproached someone threw some sand at me. I threw back, and soon webecame friends and acceded to the team. We were walking barefoot toenjoy the beach. We swam with others, danced, and played along.

Thisexperience was exciting and relaxing. Soon the evening approached. Wesat to watch the sunset and later joined our parents. It was notenough. After dinner, we took the time to look at the stars and thefireworks before we retired to bed. We went to sleep tired and readyto face another day. It was the best Christmas holiday that left meyearning to get to Africa once again.


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