Personal Narrative: My Life In Africa

When I was in Africa, all my mother wanted was a better education for her son. No matter how you put it Africa is a hard. My mother tries everything in her power to keep me in school by any means necessary. Doing my stay with her I remember her telling me, ”Musa I just want the best for you”. I would like for you to do your part by studying hard, and do all your homework. At the time, I was sixteen years old living with my mother. Because she was working in the Liberian government, I was allow to attend one of the best school in Africa. I remember my class mate was the president daughter. That makes my school a primary target for any anti- government group. My mother had assign me a personal bodyguard and a driver. I listen to my mother advice …show more content…
Then I start to say to myself, it is really selfish on my part to endanger seven men life for one woman. Then I also said to myself it is there job. “THAT IT THAT IT!!!” it her limousine that is turn over. I need you to learn fifteen miles away from her car it could be a trap. Pilot used your spying glass to zoom in on her car. What do you see? There is blood everywhere musa. God dam it, did you see my mother or not? Yes, there is a mask gun man holding her hostage. Good, do we have a sniper rifle in this helicopter? No, we do not. Ok, I said disappointedly I will go there myself. I have endanger your lives just by asking you to come on this rescue mission. Gave me my gun she should be around here. Those protesters don’t know who mother they are fucking with. Everybody stay in the helicopter till I gave the signal to move. I walk to my mother limousine at that moment, my hart had drop out of fear. I could not bear the thought of me loosening my mother. She is everything to me. Out of the sudden, the mask guy show up with two guns in his hands. One pointing at my mother head and one pointing at me. He order me to drop my weapon, or I …show more content…
At this time, I really did not know who to save my mother or my future wife like the presdent call it. I order one of my men to take my moter to the nearest hospital. We were only three left. I was waiting on the additional unit the persdent sent us. I ask can anyone of you know how to fix a helicopter? One of them said yes. I ask him to get to work. He successfully repair the helicopter. We got on bord only to find out that the man I other to take my moter to the hospital, was our previous pilot. I try flying the helicopter myself. When I really did not know I had it in me only by witching people fly and sometimes in flying games. When we got to the my school my bodyguard gave me the school blue print. I told him thanks, I really did not need it. This is my school after all. This time arount need all of your to come with me. copy that, they say. Remember what the persdent say, guys. Gave me you your spying glass. I othe one of them. it seames like wrere late the protesters are in the bulding. Eneryone we going in hot! There were some dead student on the fool. We mad our way to the mean gate in search of the president daughter. The president then call me on a video feed. He said musa are you ok? Have you find my daughter yet? Despite your age, I appreciate your patriotism for this grat nation. I then told hem let us get her first. He told me not to be afrade there were sniper aroune