LIFE AFTER DEATH.

" My name is Amaka Kennedy and this is the story of my life. Back at home, within the gloves of Nigeria, a part of me was already broken due to what happened in my family. But when the scholarship came and I left to the United state of America, another shell ignited whole in me. While the unfamiliar terrain came with a wind of new challenges and characters, I tried as much as possible to never forget who I was. However, it wasn't a success. " " The friends I made were somehow entangled in a murdoch mystery, surrounded by walls of camouflage and deceit. Little did I know that uncovering the truth would be at the detriment of my demise. " " In a transparent retrospect, regardless of how my revelation came, I would acclaim my journey as a diamond in the rough one. I would identify my life in the US as a silver lining laced with bittersweet events. " " But why was it so? My answer would be because of the sheer divergence, not regarding if it was good or bad, that came with the shift of location. You know, sometimes change can be so potent and pandemic that it just blows the mind of your subconscious state, thus appealing your existence without refutes. " " While I was blending into a line that came as a discovery for me, I may have been edging to an undesired and deadly closure. "