The sun is beating down upon us and we are resting in this lively city for our next travels. “Look over there! Why are they carrying so much gold into their palace?” The slave points out. “I’ve heard rumors of Mansa Musa not talking to the other king. Why do you think that is so?” I hear a random voice exclaims. It is very loud here and it is very hard to collect my thoughts to write a journal akin this. Traveling to other towns and writing has been easy, but never has it been this loud before. I akin this town, don’t get me wrong, but it is way too loud. The loud sounds make it very unpleasant. I wish to leave this place. It smells akin fresh gold which makes me jealous. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “currency has been the downfall of many
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.
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
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.
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.
In this poem, Atwood describes what the future of the world would be like if greed kept on devouring society. People “were in awe of it”, which made Atwood describe that “If you had enough of it, it was said, you would be able to fly. ”(3). The author describes the feelings of money to make the reader feel that this “treasure” is outstanding and fascinating, making the reader feel a sense of security if they had this currency. The author begins by describing money as a positive in life so that she can switch to the negative and change the emotion the reader feels.
Trading blows for blows, Yuri managed to hold her own against them. Managing to avoid each strike, Yuri looked for an opening, trying to even her odds. Sabra used her vines once again, aiming them in Yuri’s direction. The vines entangled around Yuri’s legs, dropping her to the ground. Malessica’s body remained coated with concrete, enlarging her fist on the downed opponent. Yuri rolled out of the way, creating a blade to cut the vines off of her legs. Gaining some distance, she created an assault rifle, aiming at Malessica. Firing away at her, Malessica formed another scutum style shield. Malessica noticed the power of Yuri’s aura increasing, seeing her shield crumbling by the second.
Mansa Musa was the wealthiest man in Africa who gave very large quantities of gold to the poor on his hajj to the Muslim city, Mecca. Mansa Musa made a journey to Mecca which was made for multiple reasons, he wanted to convert people to Muslim but to show off his wealth on the way to his religion’s birthplace. Musa’s journey across the entire northern part of Africa was purely for his religion, he was a smart, wealthy man who wanted to show how great his religion was and he gave billions of dollars worth of gold on his journey, he gave this to the needy, his goal was to spread his religion and practice his religion, to do the pillars and one of them was to make a hajj to Mecca.
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
I sat on the sidewalk watching people go by. I could feel the dry, tasteless grit in my mouth from the wagons that fly by. Men and women walk past hardly giving me a sideways glance. Sometimes they’ll even mutter something under their breath. I know how I look to them a poor beggar on the side of the road that's not worth their time or money.
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
They taste rotten when entering my lips, their tails stick to my mouth like ticks.
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
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
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.