Princess Alyssa of Nigeria – Part Four
A few months ago I had a crazy few days. In fact I had my 15 minutes of fame – at least in the Middle East! It all started with an interview with CNN about my experience hosting Alyssa (when I mentioned we’d “do a bit of dancing!”) and being a member of Syrian cycling club. And then Huffington Post quoted me in their article “airbandb for refugees”. But most nerve-wracking and exciting of all, I was whisked to a studio at the Brandenburg Gate for a live interview with Alhurra TV (bigger than Al Jazeera, according to my dad!)
But this isn’t all about me!? Getting back to the real star, Princess Alyssa, why was it such a great experience?
I mentioned in Part 3: What? a refugee!, that I learned new things every day. But what exactly can be learned from a homeless, pregnant Nigerian who left school at 11 with little more than just 55 cents and the clothes on her back to her name? Well many things actually, of course. The biggest was her extraordinary capacity to be happy and content which reminds me of the “Action for Happiness” campaign. A group of psychologists created the “GREAT DREAM” framework to communicate what we can do to increase our levels of happiness. Looking at the elements of “G.R.E.A.T.” it is clear to see how Alyssa managed it.
The G is for giving. One example sticks out above the rest. We were on the underground when a homeless man started his speech. Alyssa asked me to translate what he was saying, so I did. As the man walked through the carriage of people she reached into her pocket and out came 55 cents. Of course this was all the money she possessed. I am not a religious person but went to Church of England schools and lately some of the long-forgotten biblical stories from all those years ago have been popping into my head. I mentioned the Good Samaritan in my blog about meeting of Syrian refugees on the train home from Italy in September. This time I am reminded not only of The poor widow’s offering, where a woman was ridiculed for giving so little, but also something about the “trappings of earthly possessions”. After years of falling asleep in school assemblies I finally experienced in reality, the meaning behind some of these parables. Through Alyssa I got a real glimpse of pure unadulterated life as it can be lived – completely free of all the materialistic stuff that gets in the way. Not only that, but by giving away her last 55 cents it shows how much faith she has in humanity, she must believe that someone will in turn help her out. How lovely to have so much faith in fellow humans.
To witness things like this first hand is worth more than a lifetime of Sunday school. My recommendation to anyone wanting to help their kids (or indeed themselves) to truly understand what that bearded man in sandals was on about could do no better than host a refugee! Or you can always invite someone for Christmas, as Berlin’s Catholic Bishop has recommended.
If you aren’t sure how to find a guest I recommend you either sign up with “start-with-a-friend” or simply do a shift on volunteer-planner.org in one of the many camps across Germany (at least 100 in Berlin alone). I personally guarantee you will meet at least one person or family you fall in love with enough to share with them the magic of Christmas. Reminding me of a saying that goes something like “when you have more than you need, then it is time to extend your kitchen table…..”
Giving (G) and relating (R) are intertwined and I see many of the new friends I made this year are very good at both. When you lose everything you know, including family and support networks, you have to learn to rely on and trust complete strangers, whilst at the same time be relied upon by others. The ease in which Alyssa fitted into our home and our lives so quickly can only be attributed to her ability to build relationships.
The E is for Exercise and although we never quite managed to get it together to go jogging in the mornings, we did do an awful lot of walking around Berlin trying to find the all-essential yet elusive ingredient of Nigerian cooking: “semo” flour. Whilst carrying very large, very heavy, yams. I am sure that counts as a work-out but if not, then there were many evenings when we’d indeed “do a bit of dancing”. I attempted to African dance on more than one occasion, much to Mark’s amusement. (Yes, there are videos and no, I will definitely NOT be posting them online!) But if belly-laughing counts as exercise then we certainly ticked this box, well and truly.
A is for Appreciating, everyday Alyssa seemed to find something new to enthuse about, usually a friend or friendly interaction with a new acquaintance.
Trying new things (T) – When you travel to a different continent on your own you can’t help but have new experiences every day – especially if you come via the unofficial route. It was on a trip to Wannsee Beach when Alyssa told me how she actually got to Europe. Pointing at a small kiddies blow-up dingy she told me she had travelled during the middle of the night from Turkey to Greece in something very similar, but with 20 people in it. I found this super scary especially because when we paddled into the shallow Wannsee water she admitted she couldn’t swim and was too scared to go in any further. She was one of the lucky ones whose boat didn’t capsize on the treacherous route to Europe. In 2014 3,500 people died or went missing at sea.
As well as Alyssa, we too were also trying new things every day – you only had to look at our shopping list (In the Bioladen: “wie sagt man ‘Gizzard’, auf Deutsch?”), or see our You Tube history full of “Nollywood” movies and Nigerian sitcoms. Not to mention learning “Nigerian” – I even had to translate a few times at the emergency hospital visit (another story – very stressful!). However we never quite managed enough Nigerian to be able to understand everything on our Skype calls back to the entire family in Nigeria. But that was certainly an experience we hadn’t had before.
I love my life and my home very much, but maybe we had settled down a bit into the daily routines and tiredness from work, the never-ending list of admin stuff to do… and then Alyssa came into our lives. Granted we had our moments but they were quickly resolved and put behind us. And whilst Alyssa was with us the idea for another venture was born. Alyssa wanted to learn to ride a bike. Unfortunately she was swept away by the authorities to another area of Germany before she had the chance to really learn. But when she returns to Berlin, together with Baby Desmond (he is gorgeous), then she will of course be an honorary member of Cycling Lessons for Ladies in Berlin.