Life or Death?
My grandchildren are sitting on the floor in their room waiting for me tell a story. I head over to their room and find them filled with excitement. I smile and start to speak. "Well my grandchildren, let me tell you a story of many years ago when I have arrived in a situation of life or death. First of all, let me tell you how my life was before the situation had landed upon me," I had explained to my grandchildren. I was a young man of the taino natives. It was a normal day of survival in Hispaniola. The only mate or friend I had was a girl about my age named Heketi. Heketi was my best friend. Heketi and I used to always wander around and travel for our survival. We had clothes made of animal fur of animals that we had caught. …show more content…
There were strange looking men by the shore. There were boats in the water. I was very confused as to what was happening and who was here. Heketi was still sleeping. I was hiding behind a tree observing what was happening. I saw my fellow natives being enslaved and tied up. What was happening I thought? All these strange new men, wearing silk clothing, coughing and vomiting all over the shore. I saw strange looking animals that looked like our cows; some natives were riding on them. These animals had hairs over them, buck teeth, and dirty hooves. I felt invaded. I felt that deep inside that, this was a turning point into my survival. I knew I had to take action. What was happening to us …show more content…
I really loved her. Besides, who else is going to be with me now? How could I possibly lead my life alone? I was about to change my decision and turn back to help, but Heketi was already dead. Her eyes were closed. She had coughed out blood and was lying there still on the grass. "No.....NO!" I had yelled. This cannot be, my friend had died. Now I knew there was no turning back, there is no other decision. Now I would never hear someone call my name. No one will ever say "Makuya" again. I go south into another forest in search of food and shelter. Now things would be much difficult with no one being able to help me. I felt depressed. I could 've helped my friend, but I was too selfish for my own
My grandchildren are sitting on the floor in their room waiting for me tell a story. I head over to their room and find them filled with excitement. I smile and start to speak. "Well my grandchildren, let me tell you a story of many years ago when I have arrived in a situation of life or death. First of all, let me tell you how my life was before the situation had landed upon me," I had explained to my grandchildren. I was a young man of the taino natives. It was a normal day of survival in Hispaniola. The only mate or friend I had was a girl about my age named Heketi. Heketi was my best friend. Heketi and I used to always wander around and travel for our survival. We had clothes made of animal fur of animals that we had caught. …show more content…
There were strange looking men by the shore. There were boats in the water. I was very confused as to what was happening and who was here. Heketi was still sleeping. I was hiding behind a tree observing what was happening. I saw my fellow natives being enslaved and tied up. What was happening I thought? All these strange new men, wearing silk clothing, coughing and vomiting all over the shore. I saw strange looking animals that looked like our cows; some natives were riding on them. These animals had hairs over them, buck teeth, and dirty hooves. I felt invaded. I felt that deep inside that, this was a turning point into my survival. I knew I had to take action. What was happening to us …show more content…
I really loved her. Besides, who else is going to be with me now? How could I possibly lead my life alone? I was about to change my decision and turn back to help, but Heketi was already dead. Her eyes were closed. She had coughed out blood and was lying there still on the grass. "No.....NO!" I had yelled. This cannot be, my friend had died. Now I knew there was no turning back, there is no other decision. Now I would never hear someone call my name. No one will ever say "Makuya" again. I go south into another forest in search of food and shelter. Now things would be much difficult with no one being able to help me. I felt depressed. I could 've helped my friend, but I was too selfish for my own