Mansa Mus A Short Story

This passage shows the disappointments of the trip and the unfairness of the rush. This author helps the reader understand the miners’ lives by showing the disappointments and some of the outcomes of the miners’. The author of this article uses words such as oppressive and meager to help describe the lives. In the passage it states, “laws are very arbitrary and strictly enforced,” this helps the readers understand the miners’ lives, because it shows how difficult it even was to even find the gold. In the article it states, “half of all mining land is reserved for the crown, a quarter or more is gobbled by corrupt officials, and a meager share left for the daring miners...” this helps understand the miners’ lives, because it shows the unfairness for the miners. Overall, the author of this passage shows the unfairness and difficulties that this miners had to

Mansa Musa, the venerable emperor of Mali, famous throughout Africa, revered by his people, was a true renaissance man. Why has history forgotten such a man when it has remembered Julius Caesar, Henry VIII or Napoleon, but not this man? It is because small minded white men only respect other white men, they see all others as inferior. The white dominance of history is obvious when only recently are Asians being recognized, only recently people have heard of men like Genghis Khan or Confucius. Yet Africans have also had great people who need to be recognised and acknowledged. Now is the time to be rid of old prejudice and to acknowledge Mansa Musa, who was not only a great African but a king of one of the most enlightened empires of the

The truth behind the poem “Poverty and Wealth” is bone-chilling, almost as if it was meant for a character like Ponyboy Curtis. On the east side of town, there lives

*excerpt from The Red Fern Returns* pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat The rain kept on hitting the top of my car as I drove down the old road, like how a woodpecker pecks holes into trees looking for bugs. The town of Tahlequah had really changed since I saw it last about 40 years ago. There were paved roads now and a bigger school. The small shops I remembered were now big Sears and Target stores. Busy people walked on sidewalks trying not to get rained on, and cars drove on, with so many miles to go. As I got farther out and the buildings started to trickle out into countryside, I noticed a new sound that rose above all the rest.

They implore, for my prodigious songs would complete the appalling chore. I was requested for this deed, for only I could succeed. Many riches were promised, so I began to compose more and more. All will soon be found, then drowned. “Jewels and gold, just lead them away,” they remind me day after day. Beasts with scarlet eyes hungry for war, with a dark, Stygian core. All will soon be led, then dead. Leading them away is easy, for my flute plays deeply. Leading rats past the River’s shore, ‘til their hearts beat no more. They taste rotten when entering my lips, their tails stick to my mouth like ticks.

The town was fairly small for a while, but exploded in population when someone apparently found a 10 pound gold nugget in the mountainside. The town went from 40 to 500 people. Large mining companies paid people for their land, causing them to forget why they originally lived here for. Not only did these companies come and tirelessly excavate the mountains for gold, but they excavated The Northern Town’s reason of existence. The forty of us that originally lived in this Northern Town were here because we liked the town and wanted to life a calm life. After the nugget was found, others came for money and power instead.

The city was more quiet and less chaotic. I couldn't look at the details of the surroundings, hear the music of flute and guitar, feel the elasticity of the earth with the sole of the foot and smell the scent of the flora. He argues that this way of life still exists in the field, but there is a disproportion between the quality of life in the city and in the field.

In 195 BC, women refused to back down from a fight. Even with Cato’s speeches making valid points to the people of Rome, they kept fighting. Today, women still possess the same qualities, but just as the recent “Women's March”, which took place in Washington DC, the law was not

Please pause for a moment, and picture in your mind the washed away remnants of what used to be a seemingly insignificant city; it is rather difficult to recognize from all the earthquake rubble and debris that there once was a town here. Bits and pieces of what used to be homes are now scattered from one end of the view to the other. A gloomy haze of dust, smoke and ash have recently enveloped over the entire countryside. Sounds of screaming, yelling and crying are bombarding one’s hearing senses; a smell of unbelievable human decaying stench is so overwhelming, the odors stimulate the gag reflex and tear ducts to produce endless retching and a cleansing wash of foul air from one’s eyes. Hungry ownerless dogs are fighting over dead infant

The air was crisp and clean, as it was a mild autumn day. Throughout the forest, the sounds of nature could be heard. Birds chirping, leaves falling off trees in the midday breeze. The calm sounds of the woods gave way to a new sound: the gentle humming of a young female wanderer, on a quest to visit her grandmother. She quite enjoyed the sounds and view of the forest, as it was her favorite thing to surround herself with as she was growing up in the village not far from the forest edge. As she strolled through the winding paths of the forest road, she thought of the wonderful experiences of the day ahead with her grandmother.

I would describe Motecuhzoma as being very child like and acting similar to a spolied kid. He had no problem acting all high and mighty when his country was at the top of the food chain. Then when the mysterious strangers showed up he tried to bribe them and make friends with them because he feared that they were all powerful gods. Because if they were a neighboring tribe he would have put more effort into conquering them instead of trying to befriend them. At first he sent guards to the costal borders when he belived it was the neigboring tribe trying to attack. Until he learned it they may actually be gods did he start cowering in fear and making bad decisions. For example when they started getting closer instead of sending out a military

It was a distinguished neighborhood, stately houses with sprawling porches made for sipping cold drinks and entertaining guests. Fourteen thirty-seven Twain Street was nestled at the far end the street. The house actually looked out of place when compared to the neighborhood, if it could even be considered a part of the neighborhood. The house was located roughly a quarter mile up the street from the closest neighbor, undiscernible from the woods that surrounded it. I stopped at the gate and regarded the worn house. It was made in the same style as the others in the neighborhood, but something about it made it different. It had character. The paint wasn’t peeling, but it had weathered the long hot sun for many a day and it had begun to form lines, giving the house the impression of a wrinkled and withered old

Right off the bat, Marci had a rough go of it learning about Managua, particularly that most of the city lacked addresses. Managua was an entire city, known by locations and directions on how to get to a particular point by referencing another well known point. Sort of the way Americans once said, “It’s down just past the big red barn, the road just past the white mailbox will take you up there.” That’s how everything was found in Managua.

Moss has grown all over the well in the middle of the village. There were no animals, save some dead birds and some flies, swarming about the rotten carcasses. I’m writing to you from a bench in front of one of the buildings, whose windows have been smashed in. This used to be a store, I think. Someone must have broken into it and looted the place. I do not know where everyone is and I am starting to panic.

In chapter ten, Sharru Nada who is a merchant prince of Babylon, he was traveling with Hadan Gula who is the Grand son of Arad Gula who is Sharru’s partner. Sharru wanted to do something for his grandson, but it is difficult because of his age. He wanted to give him the start that he had when he was young, Hadan had spent money like nothing, he had worn the finest robes and the best jewelry, He explains that neither him or his father had the gift to collect gold from Babylon. Sharru explained that he once was a slave, he said he killed his friend in a fight and how he lost everything and sold as a slave, he kept getting sold to different people as time went on. The next time Sharru met Arad he was a free man, Sharru was depressed think if he