Maikling Kwento Mula Sa Africa Novels & Stories

“You are right. We have the same situation, but a different story to tell.” Tumango siya kasabay ng malalim na paghinga. Ang totoo ay nai-kwento na ng mga tiyahin nito ang storya ng buhay nito. Ang paglaki rin nito na walang mga magulang. Tanging abuelo lang ang tumayong magulang nito, ngunit sa kasalukuyan ay kinuha na rin ng may kapal.

I used those lovely and pitiful eyes to beg him again. "Why do you have to eat for me?" He asked me again. "I'm full!" I answered honestly hoping to receive his forgiveness, but I was wrong. “Do you know how precious food is? In Africa there is no food to eat. They won't have pho like me. You better try to eat it all, don't let me sell you over there!" He used the tone of a patriarch to teach me. Think I'll scare you.

"U mofumahali oa naha ena, 'me ke tšepisa ka pelo eohle ea ka, hore ke u sireletse ka motsotsoana o mong le o mong o setseng oa bophelo ba ka. Ena hase qetello, ke feela qaleho." He enjoyed his intimate African dialect that he learned since he was a child when he was at home when he still had his blood parents. Karila felt her lips quiver with such a display of affection and respect for herself, even if she was unused to it, it had been years since anyone had bowed to her, she hadn't demanded that kind of treatment, she had even been without reaction for a few seconds, feeling the knot in her throat.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

mom said looking around. "What?" Kaira asked with a giggle, "Aunt you didn't think Africa was just made up of thatched roofs and lions and hyenas moving up and about, did you?" "Um no I've never visited Africa before how was I suppose to know it has fancy looking places, " Kaira burst into laughed while I lightly chuckled. "Mom, Africa is a collective name. We are in Zambia," "Yeah Zambia, lets go eat something I'm starving," She led the way to one of the Italian restaurants and the waiter was very welcoming though he had zero knowledge about Italy, not even how to say hi,

Dimitri was busy on his phone while a few kids surround Delilah, she entertained them with her stories travelling abroad. "Aunt Delilah so you've been to Africa ?" One of the kid's echoed. "Yes, technically Kenya.." Delilah echoed. "Aunt Delilah, how did you survive ? Mom said naughty kids are fed to Lions in Africa." Delilah burst into a loud chuckle. "I didn't oversea all of Africa, I only went to Kenya and I'm positive no naughty kids were fed to Lions." Delilah ensure as the kids awwed in amazement. "What's Kenya ?" A kid asked for the rest. "It's a country in Africa." Delilah replied.

“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium. According to legend, an extraordinary event shattered their tranquil existence. The youngest daughter of the village chief, a mere eighteen years old, inexplicably found herself with child, despite having never engaged in any carnal relations. Her st

Aria tried to apologize. She had them dressed up in their night clothes and tucked them into bed. “Mama, can you tell us a story…?” Laura coughed. “Yes, baby. Where are your story books… found it.” She stretched her hands toward the night stand. Aria flipped the book open and started reading from it. “A long time ago in the animal kingdom, there was a little lion prince called Simba, whose parents ruled over the forest, but died after the betrayal of his uncle, Mufasa…”

════════ ✥.❖.✥ ════════ ❝Chapter 23❞ I am riding on Cassius' back while we're traveling back to arean tribe's home. Bumaba pa kami mula sa pinakamataas na bundok dahil ayoko na ang lumipad pa. Simula din nang mawala ang presensya ng lost soul ay naging maayos na ang aura dito sa itaas ng kagubatan. Nang makababa kami ay huminto muna kami sa ilog na pinanggalingan namin kanina para makapagpahinga. Cassius' washed his face while I remain quiet, sitting beside the large boulder.

"Ma Ma wing pea." "Okay Punkie but I need to get a drink first." As she stood up a twang ripped through her back making her whimper softly. Faces turned to look at her in concern "you okay Mousie?" "I just moved to fast after that ride" Mackayla told her uncle. She walked over and knelt behind the stroller to get to the diaper bag and her pills she also got a nose full of an unpleasant aroma and a small whimper from Brenda. "I think somebody