“Alright class to day we are discussing Herd in the animal kingdom.”
“But teacher isn’t this a blog, and not a classroom.”
“That’s right Timmy, now students take your seat. Herd is define as a large group of animals, especially hoofed mammals, that live, feed, or migrate together or are kept together as livestock.”
So I’m becoming apart of the herd. I’ve moved the airport around my Husband African family. Which consist of a whole country. I didn’t know Africans had such a large extended family. From uncles to aunts and everything in between my husband family is a never ending concession line. Coming from a person with seven brothers and sisters and I’m also an islander, that’s saying a lot.
As I write this I realize that I have change. Yes me the airport is moving into cultural territory. Over the region of Africa that is still unknown to me. I’ve become apart of the herd. So much so that as we speak I’m having outfits make in African fabrics and watching traditional African wedding on Youtube. Which by the way is so beautiful. I’m listen to African Artist of both traditional and modern music. Side note favors right now are Mr.Eazi and Tiwa Savage. And don’t forget the C grade African movies that I’m watching via Netflix.
So like every good African wife, I’m learning to cook my husband favorite African dishes. Things like coconut rice, strews, and different breakfasts. This is still a work in progress. Give me another couple of weeks or months to try cooking like his mother.
I didn’t know I was changing until family, friend, and co-workers started point out all the things I hadn’t notice myself. To me I was just embracing my husband family and friends. Again my relationship with my husband has many dimensions. And with this he is also changing.
This led me to asked my husband if he wanted me to be more African so I’ll be better accepted by his family. “Why would my family care if you’er more African. I love you. They love you. And if I wanted you to be African I would have married an African girl.” That made my day let me tell you guys. I realize that even thought my husband never talk about it, me not being African was still playing a major part in my head.
You never know what insecurities your going to face when your life is an airport. I mean up until he stated that I believe I couldn’t live up to an African woman for him. That just goes to show you that airport living is not always bad. So me wanting African clothes made and eating African food. Listening to African music and loving African movies has nothing to do with what my husband wants. It’s all about me enjoying the benefits of the herd I’m now apart of his family.
Now if my husband can just let me buy the three pair of Coach shoes I’ve been eyeing. This would go very well with the outfits that being made. Coach summer sale is about to start and I don’t want to miss all the deals. I think I’ll go look on DSW site maybe I could talk him into getting me something cheater. Until next time Fam.