The Purple House

This purple house on the corner of Abuakwa Lane in North Legon,

Ghana was where I called home from birth until age 7

It was here that I learned to walk and talk

It was here that I learned my toys do not come to life after I left the toy room

it was here that I celebrated my birthdays

It was here that my friends would come over after our soccer games

It was here that I became the unofficial PS2 champion of Accra, Ghana

It was here that my father would come to visit a few times a year

It was here that I cried when my mother told me that we are moving to America to live with our father

 

Memories from life in this house were perfect

Until the day we got robbed

Two TV’s, some money, and my PlayStation were stolen

My sense of safety was stolen

My Grandma and mom assured my sister and I that this would never happen again

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