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I feel so sorry for you
I feel so sorry for you
“I feel so sorry for you.”
“You feel sorry for me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you are a loser. That’s why you go about bullying people. That’s why you do what you do.”
“I’m gonna bust ya face”
“There you go. You don’t have anything to offer than busting people’s faces. Coward that you are”
Derrick could not move an inch. He was glued to the spot he found himself. Penney had given him a blow below…
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I feel so sorry for you
I feel so sorry for you
“I feel so sorry for you.”
“You feel sorry for me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you are a loser. That’s why you go about bullying people. That’s why you do what you do.”
“I’m gonna bust ya face”
“There you go. You don’t have anything to offer than busting people’s faces. Coward that you are”
Derrick could not move an inch. He was glued to the spot he found himself. Penney had given him a blow below…
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Brad's Last Hope
Brad’s Last Hope
(The metaphors in this story and the characters of captain Javert and Mr. Valjean are borrowed from the story of Les Miserables written by Victor Hugo)
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His mind was working overtime. He was perspiring profusely. He searched for his small towel and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. The back of his shirt was wet and soaked. He removed his…
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Kusunga - part 2 - answer key
Kusunga – part 2 – answer key
Please use the answer key to self assess your work. The answers may not be the same exactly but the sense will be the same.
The judge will mark questions 5, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12
Write in your own words the meaning of the following words: (16 marks)
trickled – flow in a small stream ( 1 mark)
caliber – level/standard/quality – (1 mark)
inept – having or showing no skill – (1 mark)
corruption –…
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Brad's Last Hope
Brad’s Last Hope
Brad’s last hope
(The metaphors in this story and the characters of captain Javert and Mr. Valjean are borrowed from the story of Les Miserables written by Victor Hugo)
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His mind was working overtime. He was perspiring profusely. He searched for his small towel and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. The back of his shirt was wet and soaked.…
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Kusunga - part 2
Kusunga – part 2
Read the text below and answer the questions that follow.
When Mr. Atta came for his campaign, the following weekend, the field was a quarter full. People trickled in to the field of the opposition party. Mr. Atta was a scholar par excellence. He had spent a considerable amount of his time in Europe. He desired to build his state – Nsaba State to the caliber of the cities in Europe. He knew…
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Kusunga - part 1 Answers
Kusunga – part 1 Answers
Please use the answers below to check your answers. The answers may vary with what you wrote. So use this as a guide and if you have any questions, email me at: [email protected] I will mark question 12. Please send me the score you gave yourself latest Wednesday 26th August 2020. Total marks – 50
1. Where is the setting of this story? – Nsaba State (1 mark) 2. How many characters can you…
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Kusunga - Part 1
Kusunga – Part 1
Read the text below and answer the questions that follow
Kusunga – part 1
It was in the local primary school grounds. Canopies were set up, chairs were arranged, the Public address system was set up and tested. The cultural troupes were waiting in anticipation. The elders of the community were dressed in their best garb. The women wore wrappers with the large image of Kusunga boldly displayed on…
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Kusunga - part 1
Kusunga – part 1
It was in the local primary school grounds. Canopies were set up, chairs were arranged, the Public address system was set up and tested. The cultural troupes were waiting in anticipation. The elders of the community were dressed in their best garb. The women wore wrappers with the large image of Kusunga boldly displayed on the wrapper. The people who trooped out to the village primary school to…
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Dale Street - Thursday Evening
Dale Street – Thursday Evening
Thursday evening Dale street:
The road was unusually busy at this time of the day. Dale street was off Beesak street. In the afternoons, cars and different kinds of vehicles always looked for parking near and off Beesak school. Beesak school was an international school and different kinds of activities happened during the evening time. There was also a large church situated on Beesak street. Two…
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Don't be like Muna, the jelly belly
Don’t be like Muna, the jelly belly
The first snake slithered past, the head was held high, the tongue acting as the sensors and antenna. Did it sense Muna? Muna’s heart skipped a beat. The snake stopped, looked at Muna’s side, wagged her tongue and paused a bit. Muna’s heart was pumping faster. He didn’t believe in God, but at this point, he realised that a god existed who could save. His mama always talked about this God. He…
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He felt like a warlord. He always had his aides around him. Anytime he spoke, it was like a decree. He ruled and reigned at Westcroft. The teachers did not know what to do with him anymore. Different strategies had been put in place to support him. He defied every known and well tested strategy. He felt he was the boss and was growing up to be like Pablo Escobar. He was the wrong model for kids…
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Chika's father
Chika’s father
Chika had flown in from Pennsylvania for the 50th birthday celebration of her daddy Mazi Ikenna. Life had been a haze and a maze for Chika since she left home for the United States to study at Carnegie Mellon University. Chika was born in England and moved to Abu Dhabi with her parents when she was nine years old. This was the family’s first international working experience. Many adjustments had…
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Walk straight down till you meet life
Walk straight down till you meet life
Shenni had been walking for over two miles without any sign of life. The humidity was unbearable. His water bottle was boiling and the huge rucksack that slung over his back did not help matters. His mother’s words kept ringing through his skull “Shenni you won’t need all that junk, please leave them behind”. “No ma, I need my stuff. I need to keep it going. I need to be busy.”
When the huge van…
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What went wrong?
Standing in the middle of the road, totally oblivious of the blaring horns and screams, people moved on. A few stopped by to have a proper glance, a few shook their heads, a few cared enough to call the emergency, but majority just moved on. This sort of scene was becoming more and more familiar on a daily basis. People losing the plot in life. People getting scared and afraid to live. People…
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Edem’s warning
Pressing the cabled handle of the quad bike sent the bike soaring in the air. Matinga was sent spiralling in the air, he somersaulted in the air, did a couple of loops and landed with a thud on the grass. The quad bike went a different tangent, continued on in a straight line and headed straight to the barriers, it crashed through the barriers and landed on the open field where, Edem was…
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She's strange
She’s strange
Elmina was scurrying for the meeting and needed some documents from Modupe, but Modupe was not in her office. She was confused. She called Modupe’s number and the phone rang. The handset was right there in her office. “Why can’t she just carry her handset with her?” Elmina cursed. She walked out of Modupe’s office in frustration.
She walked along the long corridor and saw Modupe coming from a…
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