15/08/2010 Yesterday I unveiled Mdogo Mom would be my African name: ADISA.
Days earlier he had promised to put me an African name because I was already one of his daughters. When she said with a smile worthy of being described as "magnificent" - that my Adisa name would, I felt so honored that my soul the limits of my skin were falling short, someone, do not know who he was inflating it without weighing the consequences, that something, somehow, had sought my heart accelerate due to the overwhelming emotion at the borders of my body decayed.
I am very proud to have made it this far, I am happy living in Africa and have the opportunity to share with these people, I feel quite uplifted because they make me feel like a member of the family.
Sometimes I wish I had the power stop time, to live the moments as if they were to be forever in my memory, without the fade time without hugs from oblivion, with no touch of new experiences, with them there, lived, frozen in those files that could go when so desired.
even, perhaps, that's my pure reason to write these lines today, you and I read. I decided to build my own time machine, waiting, or rather almost praying that in twenty years I repent of my bad qualities to describe the unforgettable moments, but even more so when it comes to describing as unprecedented feeling, so quickly emotions.
And yes, I ask God to give me the wisdom to understand what I have come to understand here, to learn what they know in two decades and, above all, never forget that within so much pain there is a unique core-only to be huge-called love.
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