Personal Narrative: I Am Akira

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I am Akira, an African-American girl who is living in Nigeria. This is the story of my life. Today was a very good day in my village Ado. My mom has given birth to my brand new baby sister. They named her Ebude. I have a job in this village it is to watch after the young children I have been doing this since I was 13 but now I am 17. My older brother Joshua started his right of manhood were the village men learn to fight, hunt,and look after the females and children of the village. Dad went hunting today, but with his return, he brought some news with him that he went to tell the chief about. That very night we hade to assemble everybody in the village. Then the chief made an announcement to the whole village about the white people getting

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