Alas my confidence got swallowed up by a whale called America when I arrived here as a refugee at the age of seven in 1982. Somewhere over the “Atlantic”, my happiness disappeared as if I was channeling the spirit of millions of “Africans” who were buried in the largest mass-grave that can be found at the bottom of the Ethiopian Ocean. Missing my grandmother Emaye and my two sisters Mariam and Rahel, I sank into a depression long before I knew what sadness was. Gone was Rebash (trouble maker) Teodrose, in came Hazen (sad) Teddy.
My long walks all around Bole with my dog Lucky by side was replaced with hours upon hours of watching TV on my own while draped in a Gabi. I let memories blanket me in ennui and rob me of my vivre de joi. A new country did not beget a new experience when it came to my peers; the same way I was bullied at Lycée I was tormented by kids at elementary school and beyond. This time around, they used AK-47s instead of bee bee guns; everything from my weight, to the way I smelled like onions to my hand-me-down Salvation Army jeans became sources of endless teasing. Friends were few to be found while foes abounded; I felt like King David being hounded by Saul and his mercenaries...continued...
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