Personal Narrative: Another Day In Africa

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It was another day in Africa there was children running around, the women cooking and the men setting out to hunt. I had two brothers, Abiodun and Abejide and one sister, Abayomi.Hours went by helping my mother Iyapo by watching Abiodun. Abiodun was the youngest child with the age of two years old. Abejide was playing Mancala with his other five year old friends. Abayomi was the oldest child with the age of 16. She usually in the kitchen all day. then white men started coming up for the hills with these metal tubes. The metal tubes started shooting out little balls at the houses. Then we saw the guys in the back holding whips. Everybody ran with fright and determination to get out of this place with metal tubes and white men. Heard one of

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