COURAGEOUS by Gui Mwamba (best beach reads of all time .txt) 📖

 WHEN I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD

Five million or 200,000 and still now more people are being killed by Rwandese Soldiers. My family and I were running away. I was five years old at the time of war.

       Somehow I felt insignificant when all my friends I loved died on that day. I felt really upset, angry and cranky for that. Also, my family somehow left me behind, but I am not sure.

     It was getting dark outside at this unknown village where I was yet I was safe inside the house with a lot of people with the family.

     Outside my mother was looking for me into the huge crowds asking them if they have seen a five years old kid.

She was lucky for the woman who told her that I was inside. Hours late I united with my mother who was glad to see me alive and safe.

    Last but not, least it really changed my family, uncle, aunt and much more to see me escaping all of the horrible crisis. 

        Whether it was by myself or with them into it this unknown village to me where they were.

Hello United States my name is Guillaume Mvuela Mwamba, from Republic Democratic of Congo in Central Africa.
    Now I want to tell you about the Civil War that happens in Pweto when I was young.
   However, the war started between Congolese and Rwandese Soldiers. I was five years old at that time.
     In the beginning, my village was peaceful and my people lived together in peace.
    Our big house was surrounded by mango trees which made my family very happy.
     When you wake in the morning, you could hear birds singing and also the breeze in your hair. Everything in our village was perfecto.
     After that, my big brother has some baby birds that were calling for big birds to be feed. In minute he caught one big bird for himself.
     I was happy for that and everybody were happy that my elder brother caught a new bird.
     My big brother yelled at me in the beautiful morning when it was cloudy and it started raining.
      My brother got cranky at me when all his baby birds were killed by our cat.
     Our cat ate all the little birds and left the big one half dead.
     But in a few minutes he say, “It not your fault Guillaume because you still a little kid.
    Also you were the good protector to my baby birds and the big one too.” Then he smiles a big smile at me.
   I was really enjoying myself that morning; when my older sibling was BBQ the half dead bird on the fire.
   Soon, when he had done BBQ it- he gave half of meat to me even though I haven’t taste a bird before. 
   In the beautiful day our mother was taking me and my young sister to our grandmother’s house.
   After she had left us, she usually go to Tanganyika Mwero to buy fish from fishermen.
   So she could sell it into the market. Whatsoever, my father was a doctor when I were a little boy.

Also he sold medicine to soldiers, who were sick in the pharmacy.
   Now when I was sitting outside at our grandmother’s house; things were seems stranger that morning, but I only knew that everything will be fine.
    On front of our grandmother’s house there was a house that was empty:
   No people were living in it. I usually played in it with my little sister.  It was 12pm when our grandmother called us to eat Fufu.
    My grandmother’s name is Celestine. In fact I only have one grandparent and three of them are gone.
   As a result from my mother’s side grandmother and grandfather are gone. My father’s side only grandmother who is departed.
    In the afternoon my sister and I were sleepy, so our grandmother took us to her bed and we all slept on her bed.
    I didn’t sleep for so long in grandmother’s bedroom. Instead I woke up and went outside, so I could investigate the crisis outside.
     As I went outside it was little bit dark. Still I didn’t understand about what going on.
    Now it was darker and I was sleepy again, so went back to bed.
    In a few minutes our grandmother woke up to go cook dinner for the night, because she was sleeping with us.
     It was 7 O’clock when our mother came to pick us up from our grandmother’s house.
     While we were ending home, I didn’t see anything suspicious. Furthermore.
      The next morning we didn’t go to our grandmother’s house, because our mother didn’t go to Lake Tanganyika to buy fish.
      My second sister named Constance was three years old.
     Other one of my older siblings their names were Daly and Kamwanya.

My elder siblings and I usually go to school. Sometimes, we don’t if we don’t have money to pay for our educations.
    On the same day my big brother was digging a big rectangular hole for us to throw leftover food and trash in it.
    But anyway the hole wasn’t deep enough, so my little sister and I play in it.
    The next morning my brother, sister, and I went to school.
    However, at school we didn’t have lunch like we usually have here in U.S.A’s schools.
    So some of the students come to school with waffles, donuts, and cassavas for sale.  My brother bought some of them for me and himself.
 Now while we were coming back home from school, he bought the food that I can call it in English, but in my language Swahili we call it Kikwanga.
   People from R.D.C usually cooked them with bananas and flour and blended them together.

Publication Date: 01-19-2022

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