CAMEL STORY:
On September 10th 2008 my older brother(hopefully he sees this) and I were sent to go stay with our family back in Somalia for the school year by our parents to learn more about our people, culture, and our religion. We went to actual schools (7am-12:15pm), went to the mosque 5 times a day, played soccer after the morning prayer with the neighborhood kids at the stadium. Somalia was an overall an eye opening experience that I realize everyday how lucky I was to go live in another country at that age, except the fucking Camel. So one day at school during our break, I decide to make a run for it and skip the second half of school because I didn’t want to sit in my next two back to back Arabic classes which I had no understanding of. I hope on a bus, bargain the fare by acting like a lost American 12 year old, I was also overweight which did prove my credibility. I hop off the bus after a couple minutes because fuck it, I then walk away from the road which leads you to the homes. After 10 minutes of walking I see the Camel, as I was not use to seeing animals of such stature walking around freely I decide to start following it because if I started to chase it, it would Usaian Bolt through the neighborhood. After about an hour of casually walking with this Camel, I realize that I can see the airport which is probably 4 miles from my house. I being the jolly, overweight Somali kid on a power trip because of the lack of parental oversight decide to walk to the airport. As I get to the airport, I realize that there are guards with AK-47’s patrolling the entrance of the airport. I build up the bravery to walk up to them thinking of the couple slaps I might take the face for being here when I had no business of being there. Not the case in this situation. I walk in with no quarrel probably because the guards knew I was no harm. I then walk up to a military looking dude if he has a telephone, him probably being intrigued by an American sits me down and starts questioning me about how I got here and what not all in a very nice manner they then gave me coke and rice. I then proceed to give him my uncle’s name, which the military guy knew. After probably 20 minutes of entertaining a couple guys with swear words and sayings from American action films my uncle comes a picks me up and laughs a bunch about the ordeal.