I Don 't Know About What Was Coming

The novel begins in Bayo, a small village in West Africa. Here, Aminata is exposed to a strong

“It’s adorable! What is it?” She asked, noticing that he was dumping what looked old, but not rotting, mashed potatoes and chicken.

The next day Martha went to school and let the principal know that her grandfather refused to pay for the jacket. This time the principal was looking at her directly and seemed upset at Martha’s response. He was expecting her grandfather to pay for it since he knew Martha’s grandparents had some money because they owned a lot of land. Martha was upset in

When he second wake up,he saw a beautiful face in front of him.”you finally wake up”the girl said with a sweet smile.”where i am?”tom asked the girl.the girl hesitated for a moment and said”this is a village near the beach”tom know that she misunderstand he is a pirate,he explained to the girl and she smiled again”what’s you name?”tom asked the girl.”andy”the girl answered.”oh,my name is tom,thanks for you saved me.”at that time,a old man walk into the room.”who are you?why you lay on my beach?”the old man said.”i don’t know.”tom answered.”ok”the old man said and turn around walk out the room.”who is him?”tom asked andy.”he is the leader of this village.he has the holy power that no one had.”what kind of holy power?he can call the god to help him or what?””no!he can use his power protect us from demons intrude!””what?demons......intrude?demons is really exist?””of cause!they eat people to feed them they are very cruel and ruthless.””so i need to tell him all about my thing or he will kill me?””i don’t think you must tell him all your things,but i suggest you tell him how you get there.””can you lead me to his house?””of cause,follow me.”andy said.they walk off the room,tom feel belly still ached.this is a beautiful village,although they don’t have high technology things but everyone have smile in their faces.tom followed andy to a big and awesome villa.it was biggest house in this village.andy knocked the door and no one answered.”he must be out.”andy said.”how about i

strong effect towards the reader as a very inspiring story. He was a young Indian child living on a

“You are, and what it is that my lil man wants to eat this morning?”

Sitting in a cozy apartment at Waverley Gardens Apartments in White Bear Lake, Henrietta Nistler flips through a large photo book containing photographs of straw huts in a desert landscape with Kenyans dressed in vibrant cloths. She has silver glasses that match her white short hair, framing a weathered face full of wisdom and kindness. Beside her sits her husband, Jim, looking over her shoulder, commenting on the photos of the time they were missionaries in Kenya. During those nine years, through the blessings and hurdles came personal growth.

He had just managed to stumble to his feet resting his back against the wall. The only light was in the room was from a small opening where the ceiling and wall met, covered with bars. Bahauddin had reached for his neck and a sense of anxiousness rushed through his body. There was no metal there, no keys, no nothing. He had peeked his head through the cell bars to examine the lock and everything around him. “Hello?” Bahauddin yelled, waiting for a response. Coughing had came from the cell next to him. “Hello,” he repeated, “who’s there?”

David Sedaris’s narrative, “Remembering my Childhood on the Continent of Africa,” contrasts the author’s formative years with those of his partner, Hugh Hamrick. Sedaris describes his childhood in North Carolina as “unspeakably dull” (297). Conversely, Sedaris seems to regard Hamrick’s childhood, which included “a field trip to an Ethiopian slaughterhouse” (296) and “a military coup in which forces sympathetic to the colonel arrived late at night to assassinate [his] next door neighbor” (298-299) as foreign and exciting, if in an occasionally traumatizing sort of way.

Mr. Mdeouze influenced Jose to write that incredible story. He told him enough stories to open up his imagination and produce a beautiful paper. Mr. M taught Jose the power of language. For extra credit for this class, I listened to an interesting lecture about African Storytelling. This is what Mr. M reminded me of. Traditional storytelling is usually told by adults and spoken to children about life, rewards, and consequences. The fables are usually metaphorical stories that have to do with lessons children will learn in their daily lives. While Jose listened to Mr. M’s

As Mitch was serving dinner, Chip smelled a very terrific smell. “What is that smell,” Chip asked.

This story begins in the house of the aristocratic family Livingstone, the house was beautiful, with walls of polished ivory and Greek ceramic floors, the house also had thin linen curtains and furnitureof pure oak .The house contein numerous ornaments of silver, gold and tin and many other eccentricities.

Harsh winds dominated the city. The year was 6666. Tribal calls were heard like ringing in a punctured ear. Luka woke to the putrid smell of dumped gasoline. It came from the trail of waste, lined on the fast-paced streets of Tutsi. As she gradually opened her eye’s she was greeted with the constant sentiment of loneliness. She stretched, exaggerating her physique, but quickly contracted. Realizing again, that her room was still the size of a closet. The space was black, allowing only one crevice of light to shine dimly. Every morning Luka would search for the split fissure. Practicing pressing her bare face against its rough edges. Making sure that she always had an ideal view of the city. Then, she would just gaze upon the free citizens. Emotions cascaded in her each time, envy, despair, solemn. All but happiness.

One day khushi overheard her parents talking about the cutting cost during the coming festival.her father was like a santa clause to her and she couldn’t imagine him saying ‘no’ to her about any thing. Deepesh was at a loss and he didn’t know what to do. He prayed for a miracle. As he turnedto leave the house , khushi held his hand and asked ,”papa, aren’t you going to read a story to me,today is Sunday!”. Deepesh smiled and took her to bed. Khushi started to tell him about her activity during the day. she proudly showed him three chocolates that she had got from her mother. When he understood the way of getting chocolate from her mother he hugged her daughter,as a brilliant idea struck him. He jumped of her bed and ran out calling for deepali. He wondered why this idea didn’t come to his mind earlier. Deepali when approached him deepesh

1. 1.the story opens in the Botswana border and The chapter begins full suspense and intensity as the author does not reveal any names and only describes the surroundings and qualities of the character. The protagonist who is described as a preserved and mysterious person “infact the inner part of him was a jumble of chaotic discord, very much belied by his outer air of calm, lonely self containment”.