When I was in my country which is DRC. One day my parents, my brothers and sisters and me went for a holiday. We went in a village called Rethy. The village was calm and nice looking. There was not too much noise but only the beautiful sound from nature. There were many trees, rivers and beautiful crop gardens. I really loved that place; everyone there was calm, happy and friendly. People were not quarreling instead every morning they were greeting each other happily. It was easy for us to make friends. The small time we had past there was a very memorable day for us. I learnt how to dig, plant crops in pots. I really thanked my parents to have given us a chance to know or to discover that kind of place.
Personal Narrative
Memory as Character, by Abigael
I was in boarding school by then, and as a boarding students we had times for personal revision and they were called preps and winters. Preps started from 7:30pm to 9:30pm and winters from 4:00am to 6:00 am. That night I was done with my prep revision and I was going to sleep just like others. Reaching the dormitory, I tried to find my sleep but couldn’t. I seemed to experience sleepless night and so I got tired of laying myself on the bed, I just moved out to have fresh air. I was solo that night, out of the girl’s dormitory. I was wearing my short black night dress. It was dark like hell that I couldn’t see my shadow. The wind sounded clearer like a bell and I was feeling too cold. But I just surrendered myself to that cool night, sitting up stairs. From a distance I saw a dog, he was heading our rubbish pit as if it was going to look for food. I was not scare at all so I decided to keep around. After finishing the rest of posho and other food from the rubbish pit it took it way. I remained silent observing nothing at all in that darkness but in a few seconds, I turned right to see a beacon from far. It was showing my home town. It looked so beautiful that night with electricity making it look more of an attractive place. The lights were of mixed reflection to me. They were yellowish, reddish and somehow greenish. I was amazed by the far view of the network mast with the combination of the lights everywhere which appeared to me like Paris in France. I took my time, enjoyed and found back my sleep in a couple of hours. I never regretted that time because I felt peace with myself.
Ethnographic Interview 2, Joel
This was a certain Thursday when I was in class interviewing one of my classmates called Sylvan. We were seated facing each other on our blue plastic chairs. We were not alone that day in class but we were with other class mates, our class supervisor and also our teacher, Madam Laura, who was on zoom call. Back to me and Sylvan. I interviewed Sylvan about his objectives in studying anthropology. I asked him this question at first. “Please can you tell me why you do love studying anthropology?” he replied: “I really love studying anthropology because studying other people’s cultures is really fun and interesting.” Then I asked him “What are your objectives while studying anthropology?” he replied: “my objectives while studying anthropology is to gain the ability of observation and studying about different cultures around the world” What I appreciated from him was the way he was truly motivated in studying anthropology.
