In this article, I want to get started with the basics of the experience to be unfold for all of you wonderful people reading my blogs.
As you probably are aware of, Ansa Nest is really my personal nest in which I am able as an “artist NOT in small Africa” to share my thoughts and real life experiences of 3 adopted sisters born in Liberia. If you go over to my about page, you’ll get an idea of why I’m calling Liberia “small Africa” and my whole relation to it.
So it all started back in 2005 with the arrival of 3 sisters, adopted from a country in west Africa called Liberia. I was privileged to have prior to the adoption 4 brothers, their names which aren’t to be mentioned anywhere on this site. My mother always ran out of luck when it came to her wish of having a daughter. She always wanted a large family, but she wasn’t exactly looking forward to 5 boys. Not wanting to abide by the rules of nature, she decided that adopting 3 black girls from Liberia, would be the way to get the daughters she always wanted. To be honest, my parents started from every country possible, trying to break through the bureaucracy. They even considered Chinese children but it ended up being Liberian orphan girls.
My father – being the man to always take care of the difficult and more practical “issues” of our family – met my to be sisters in an airport in Belgium. The girls flew from Liberia to Belgium to meet their to be Dad – and a couple of days later – family. Needless to say, to actually get to this point, our whole family needed to jump through loops. You won’t believe what social services, and law made us do to “prove” our worthiness of an adoption. Many days of stress, tears and anger laid ahead of us after the decision to move forward with such an incredible change in the format of our family. My mother was terrified the most and probably cried the most with every mistake or difficulty that came in our way. We got as near as to not being allowed by law to move forward with the adoption – which terrified almost all my family members.
But to get on point and to the basics, my Dad met my 3 black sisters in an airport in Belgium to actually bring them over to the US. A couple of days later, there they were ready to adapt to their new environment. It was an adaptation phase for both the girls and our family. I recall not being able to imagine at that time that these orphans, who lost their parents during a 12 year civil war, would be my sisters for the rest of my life.
I’m leaving a lot of things out that happened from the day we decided to adopt, ’till we actually got our new family members. That part alone, could be described and talked about throughout an entire book. To save you guys some time, I’ll focus on the core experiences of these 3 wonderful sisters I have, who were born and raised in west Africa.