It was a certain Thursday afternoon. The afternoon was cool like ice. Wind was blowing slowly. Birds were singing in the sky. It was also a nice and calm afternoon. I was seated under the mango tree which was near my school library. I was calm and comfortable seeing my environment. There were many students moving up and down in the school compound. Some students were short and others tall. They had different colored uniforms, some were wearing yellow, others green, and others blue and white, to indicate their class levels. Every student was pulling on sweaters since the afternoon was cold. After thirty minutes, around 1:30 pm a senior four teacher lost a phone and keys; the teacher was wearing a blue shirt, black trouser and black shoes. The teacher went in the office and reported the loss of his properties to the headmaster of our school. After thirty minutes they rang the bell for new lesson, when all students had entered in their classes. They had rung the bell for the third time which was to call for the assembly. All the students had gone out of their classes and were asking one another what had happened then the head master told us about the loss of the teacher’s properties. Then after some seconds a senior two student raised his hand and said, “I am the one who found the phone and keys.” The head master then called a boy and gave him a science book as a gift and we went back in our respective classes. The teacher who had lost his properties went very happy and proud of that senior two student.
Personal Narrative
Deep Observation, by Ori
I woke up in the beautiful morning. I thanked God and took shower then got dressed to go to the market. I saw a family. In that family there were two sisters who were teaching their mother. Their mother never had a chance to go to school which means that she could only speak their local language She wanted to learn how to read and write. She asked them kindly to teach her and they accepted. But they never thought that one day they could teach their mother. They were surprised the way their mother believed in them. Then they started to teach their mother from the alphabet like A,B,C… Mother say A , Mother say B. Their mother could repeat and although sometimes the mother could fail she never gave up. She kept on repeating because she knew that one day she would know how to read and write. And the two sisters were young and were teaching their mother with respect and kindness, no matter how many times the mother failed they never bothered her, even when their mother couldn’t understand easily what they were teaching, the two sisters knew that failure is never final. To fail and to succeed are all part of a human life. Their mother believed in them that through her children she would know how to read and write.
Deep Observation, by Iragi
Here I am; standing in the middle of our beautiful market called New Congo. Business is running smoothly where people are selling and others are buying. There is much noise because it is Friday. The funny thing about our market is that you can’t have way to pass; so you need to create your own way when you need to go somewhere. Here we see locals, refugees and even others who are neither of the two coming for business. Here you can get whatever you need to buy but only if it is Friday. Here I am seated near a shop in the middle of New Congo market. With my good peace of watermelon eating and enjoying as my sister is bargaining with the seller. I love coming to the market because during the covid time we couldn’t be allowed to come and buy anything. I love our market.
