was terrified, having to wear long sleeves and carry hand sanitizer with them 24/7, just in case. Schools had shut down a while after the notice, and most people had started leaving the country. Outside every place, there would be a large bucket to wash your hands; and people stopped making physical contact with each other. The country’s population was decreasing.
During the summer we had traveled to Lebanon and London, but since all the schools were shut
down in Sierra Leone; we went back to London for school. The last hug from my dad, was something I would remember since I wasn't going to see him for a while. The sound of the plane leaving meant, that this was real, and it also meant that we had to meet new teachers and make new friends . With are parents businesses in sierra Leone, we had to go to boarding school. “I don’t want to go to boarding school!” my brother yelled loudly, and my mom replying: “We have no choice.”At the end we ended up going, so my brother was very bummed; while I was filled with excitement. The learning environment was incredible, with the new system I was able to pick it up fast; thanks to the teachers. Making new friends was easier than I thought, and everyone was super friendly.
The first few months of school, my mom stayed in London, just to make sure we settled in nicely. She had passed by every Sunday to take us out for lunch, and after we settled in she moved back home where my dad was, since they had to work. My guardians were my uncle and my grandma, because they lived there. The first school break we had, we went back to Sierra Leone with our grandma to visit our parents. The view from the plane was spectacular, but the only disappointing part was the tasteless food; so I couldn't wait to go back to Sierra Leone and have a local meal again.
With all the information I had received from my parents Sierra Leone sounded like a ghost town, because people couldn’t or wouldn’t walk on the streets as much, and the country somehow looked different. Most of my friends, who had also evacuated the country, were jealous that I got to go back for the break. But after Easter break, when the schools started to reopen; a small amount of my friends came back. I got to go see my old teachers again. Everyone was shocked to see me. Questions were passed around like, “How’s the new school?” “Do you like it there?” and so on.
My experience in boarding school was quite awesome, but at the end I wanted to go back. The smell of the house, brought back so many memories. Sierra Leone was never going to be the same, after Ebola. It would take a while to get use to the changes, but hopefully the experience will be something to remember.