Prologue

The excitement level I had when I held my Visa for the first time was sky high! After months and months of research and searching for relevant documents, trying and failing, I finally got it. I was happy. I knew I was happy, but I thought _

Is this all?

It wasn't my happiest day. But why? My family was on cloud 9. Everyone who wished me well was happy for me, but deep down I felt like something was missing; something huge, something _ I couldn't quite explain.

Every single person I knew wished to trade places with me. That's how big of a deal it was. USA: A country we only saw in movies. Wondering the texture of snow, the smell of air and the feel of its water. I knew that one day I'd visit the place, but under different circumstances. You see, I wanted to be a flight attendant, an international one. But now I was heading to the USA to study Aviation administration, a course with Math and Geography, aka, my worst subjects. What the fuck was I thinking?

My name is Jenara Kaya, a Tanzanian. I'm introverted, shy, intelligent, artistic, but not so curious about life. I'm Catholic and I love and believe in Jesus Christ. I wear glasses. I eat meat but can't stomach the sight of slaughter. I'm a foodie. The kitchen is my safe space. I hate arguing, and I hate being somebody's burden. I believe in natural encounters whether it's friendship or a relationship. I'm not a fan of online dating, and one thing I can't do is force anything.

Back in 2019, I didn't know what I was capable of. Matter of fact, the only reason I was comfortable with the move was because my half-brother, Jonathan, was in the States. I knew it'd be okay as long as I had somebody to depend on. But years after that I had a statement I often said;

If God played out everything that'd happen in my dream before I boarded that plane, trust, I never would've dared to take that risk.

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