|Posted by Bwena on September 1, 2012 at 7:00 PM||comments (0)|
“It’s a man!” whispered my little sister quietly and with fear. I patted her back and told her to keep still. I looked directly to the figure with eyes wide open. Was it really a man? It could be.
The house was dark and quiet. The rest of the family members were sleeping in the open room. It was just my little sister and I inside the room. We remained silent for some time until I managed to gain enough courage.
I got out of the mosquitoe net, grabbed a big wind...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Bwena on August 31, 2012 at 4:35 PM||comments (0)|
One afternoon five little boys of about the same age were playing hide and seek in the house. I was reading when one of them just entered my room and asked if he could hide himself there. I was going to say ‘no’ but then I changed my mind and let him in. He was the youngest of them all.
Minutes later I heard the shout of the seeker. It was a signal warning to his friends that he was on his way, looking for them. All was quiet as nobody wanted to be caught. After a while, I...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Amota Eromanga on August 18, 2012 at 11:00 PM||comments (0)|
Earlier today at school, one of my pupils, a boy of 6 years, asked me if I had been to his house.
“Miss, you haven’t been to my house, have you?”
“No, boy, I haven’t … why do you ask?” I replied looking into his face with a sign of having missed something extraordinary.
Then he began his map instructions which amazed me, “Know the road? Then there is a narrow path that passes close to a wall made of woven coconut leaves which s...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Bwena on June 30, 2012 at 9:30 PM||comments (0)|
It was early in the morning. The rain fell heavily. I was half awake enjoying the sound of the rain dripping onto the leaves of plants. I couldn’t go out to do my work. Silently, I did not realize that I was sleeping again. It was then that I had this lovely dream!
I was sitting, thinking about my whereabouts after leaving school. Then I saw my best friend approaching me. She seemed to have some interesting matters. When she arrived she just said,” Hey! Why are you sitting ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Amota Eromanga on June 17, 2012 at 5:35 PM||comments (0)|
Tangira was a fisherman. His wife was Akoia and they had four children, two boys and two girls. He loved his family very much. He often went out fishing for his family while Akoia and the kids stayed home doing the housework. Although the family could not make enough money, they lived simply and happily.
One stormy night, Tangira’s kids didn’t like eating dinner of rice mixed with toddy. They finally slept on their mats with empty stomach. This made Tangira sad and responsib...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Amota Eromanga on May 28, 2012 at 2:40 PM||comments (0)|
I had the same bus stop with that passenger so I rushed out after him. It was a spot close to Bikenibeu West Primary school. That was where most of my family members had to be. By now my wife should be busy teaching her students and my kids were supposed to be in their classrooms.
Half running, I went directly to the primary school compound. Well, to my surprise the atmosphere there was more than I hoped to be. Cars and trucks were there, parking unevenly around the school, but moreover...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Amota Eromanga on May 28, 2012 at 2:35 PM||comments (0)|
We were in the midst of our group work discussion when Joe, our TESOL lecturer, suddenly demanded, "Leave that exercise for your homework - write a summary of what communicative approach is, and ... "
Instantly, I knew that I must disagree to what Joe demanded, since we had already started working on that summary. He should have said it earlier - before sending us to work in our groups of five members. "Hmm, did he mean to say something else?" I asked myself.
"There is a TSUNAMI w...Read Full Post »