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A typical teen's room? To some extent, yes. But what would you call a mini library filled with African journals? Standing at far ends are two shelves. One contains journals on African history and culture while the other has journals on African leaders. Reading the journals is my way of life; this has formed the basis for my existence.
Reading these journals is my only means to be in the past, present and future. They have been When I am reading a sad story full of sweat, trouble and betrayal I scratch my head in response as though I am the one involved, however it reveals a miniature reflection of the future and how carefully I should tread to avoid troubles and mistakes. In a similar vein, when I am studying a sweet story, I nod rhythmically as though I am under the control of a hormone. It reminds me of my current struggles and cheers me up that after rain comes sunshine.
How trilling are those moments, mouth opened, brain in action but under a cloud of calm, I carefully meditate on the ideas and policies of the mark-making Africans! A time in school, I was able to lure my classmates into attending a cultural event held in the school. I simply wore the shoes of Nelson Mandela by applying his selfless policy. I gave away my provisions and some money to win over their hearts, though it was hard on me, I must confess I was in bad shape: I lost about 5 kg because my provisions were little. But it was worthwhile; they turned up during the event. My journey to self discovery is best done when I am moving my eyes over African journals and taking the words one at a time.
A typical teen's room? To some extent, yes. But what would you call a mini library filled with African journals? Standing at far ends are two shelves. One contains journals on African history and culture while the other has journals on African leaders. Reading the journals is my way of life; this has formed the basis for my existence.
Reading these journals is my only means to be in the past, present and future. They have been When I am reading a sad story full of sweat, trouble and betrayal I scratch my head in response as though I am the one involved, however it reveals a miniature reflection of the future and how carefully I should tread to avoid troubles and mistakes. In a similar vein, when I am studying a sweet story, I nod rhythmically as though I am under the control of a hormone. It reminds me of my current struggles and cheers me up that after rain comes sunshine.
How trilling are those moments, mouth opened, brain in action but under a cloud of calm, I carefully meditate on the ideas and policies of the mark-making Africans! A time in school, I was able to lure my classmates into attending a cultural event held in the school. I simply wore the shoes of Nelson Mandela by applying his selfless policy. I gave away my provisions and some money to win over their hearts, though it was hard on me, I must confess I was in bad shape: I lost about 5 kg because my provisions were little. But it was worthwhile; they turned up during the event. My journey to self discovery is best done when I am moving my eyes over African journals and taking the words one at a time.