has been a very tough vote for the voters themselves, the students of 4 º. B, that have ruptured (ahhhhhhh) hearts to designate the best story of African theme among many masterpieces.
The winner, Rosario Natividad Calero. Congratulations, Cheryl! Offer his story as a demonstration of our partnership with the South Foundation. You like.
This activity has been selected by Alejandro Valero, an expert on educational blogs as one of the top 50 educational activities. It is an honor.
My life: my two stars.
Hi, I'm living in Niger and Rwanda, Africa. I'm a child of seven years, short as a result of the few foods that are in my country and the little money they have my father, I have black hair with a curl very small, common in women and girls of my race, and complexion dark as chocolate.
During the week, try to attend the classes, which often give some missionaries from many countries, they teach us writing, reading, painting, life values, religion and, above all, tell us stories about life in other continents and countries and, frankly, I think it's very stressful, unsupportive and very monotonous in But here is quite different: that everything is more open, less pollution, but at the same time, very poor, very rich in culture and minerals. After making a short presentation, I will tell you a little story about why I was without my mother called and my little sister Semarah five years, called Lejaray.
was a morning like all and although I had a bad feeling, breakfast or a glass of water, we were looking at the well my mother and I and two peaches, which I shared with my younger sister. I left home early because the school was quite far from my house and could not always go, having to help my parents work. They worked for a major German lords, who used most of Rwandan adults to exploit the large deposits of minerals that possess my country, in exchange for a salary as a minimum, you could say they worked as slaves.
When they went to work with my little sister, I left for college and, upon arrival, greeted Fernando, who was the English missionary who was teaching us this year. That day was learning colors, which were many, and since that day, got a bit distracted, I could only learn four.
Upon returning home, I was very sad and alone, by the fact that there was no longer the hours, it was assumed that my family would have returned. So I sat in the place where my father sits consisted of some small branches woven to a fabric covered square, ie one of the most comfortable home. I was sitting an hour or more thinking about how hungry I was, but he was accustomed, if not always, my parents earned enough money to eat every day, even if they tried. In those moments, my neighbor came looking worried and took my hand to take home to eat a piece of meat she had bought her eldest son. I decided not to ask anything, though his face was like an open book to which I just scared me.
I amused myself with her eldest daughter making bracelets of dried plants and pieces of wood, until my father got a face full of shock and crying like a heartbroken and all I said was that felt. I understood everything and ran to mourn their tired arms, I did not sleep that night. The next day, I asked how they died and told me that the guards of the mine had seen my sister get a diamond in the clothing and disgust, was shot dead, mad, my mother was a hit man, for all had been a mistake, but she also killed another shot. My father ran the farthest reach, did not know what to do, she began to mourn and was then hit him for leaving your job, even if they came to kill.
Since then, only he and I live and every night, when no clouds in the sky, we lay down to watch the beautiful night that nature gives us, because in my country is very well the sky is not polluted, and we say that the two stars most beautiful, perfect and bright are my dear mother and little sister, which I miss and love you so much as my life.
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