As the book begins, Mariatu is a happy little girl growing up in Magborou, a village of 200 near Port Loko, Sierra Leone. The first chapter teaches the reader about life in extended families where children may grow up under the care of relatives, men may have two or more wives and several generations live and work together. Mariatu tells us about her friends, her attraction to a possible boyfriend, Musa, her hopes of going to school one day, and her scary dream of standing in palm oil, a signifier of bad things to come. We learn about village life from preparations for a funeral, rotating crops of cassava and rice, dances, secret societies, and a child's daily chores of carrying water and collecting firewood.…
In "Mishosha, or the Magician and His Daughters: A Chippewa Tale or Legend", I believe one of the of the most evident values was being brave and protecting your family. The oldest brother loved his younger brother a lot and he was willing to do whatever it was to take care of him and keep him safe. One of the reasons why they were so close to each other was because their all each other had, since their parents abondened them. When Mishosha tricked the oldest brother to go to an island with him he commanded a tree to caputure the oldest brother and feed him to eagles, the brother then raises his voice and exclaims "Thus will I deal with all who come near me. What right have you, ye ravenous birds, to eat living flesh? It is because that old…
On page 35, Ostuaka uses italics to give a voice to the abstractness of the text. The Japanese wifes felt depressive when they realized that their husbands were more invested and cared more for their dogs than themselves. She writes, “they grew more attached to those dogs than they ever did to us, and we wondered if we had made a mistake, coming to such a violent and unwelcoming land. Is there any tribe more savage than the Americans? Ostuaka shows the emotions of the wife through this italics phrase.…
Nomi is a rebellious teenager who does what she wants and does not care about what other people think. As a youth stranded in an isolated town, she experiments with drugs, alcohol and sexual relations. Even though she has an evident tough side, she also has a caring and a very kind side. When she was younger, Nomi was more in touch with the religion the town practised, she would pray and constantly ask if Tash was going to hell. Even though she out grew the religion, she is still a very nice teenage girl because she often helps children we they need it “Hey, I said, don’t cry.…
In today's society, people work really hard, and receive practically nothing. I know it is literally impossible to live off of a minimum wage paying job, especially where I am from in New Jersey. I used to work for Sears, making only $7.25 an hour, not receiving benefits, working horrible hours, and doing twice the amount of work that I am getting paid for. Granted I did live with my parents, but I tried really hard to become independent and make my own money. It is really hard to do especially when half of the money you earn gets taken away with taxes.…
Nefatli is the son of Hector and Lita, who chooses to live life by tradition. After seeing his two sisters resort to prostitution, he want to find a perfect girl he can settle down with and have many children. “ I believe a man should want a good, clean girl to marry, and he should be able to respect her” (55). He wants to go back to those morals and values not present in his sisters. Neftali wants to be a family man. He wants to be very content with his way of life and to work the old way. He…
This socioeconomic status greatly affected Negi’s childhood as she could barely go outside. Although Ramona had an established job in Puerto Rico, she essentially had to start all over again. She shared the following with Negi, “‘Here you have to prove yourself all over again,’ … she tried hard, which impressed her supervisors, and was moved up quickly” (Santiago 246). Ramona also instilled this hard work ethic into her children when it came to academics because she wanted better for her children. She told Negi that she was not working hard to support their life in New York for them to get factory jobs like she had. This is a big goal of many immigrants. They work hard for their children, constantly being knocked down and getting back up, so they can have a better life than they had.…
I have a family that cares for me. They buy the things they want because they are free. I wake up not in a cell but in a bedroom where I sleep. If I weren't free I probably would be working all the time. We live…
My family is extremely poor, living paycheck to paycheck and off of food stamps. My father is a construction worker/contractor who emigrated from Communist Bulgaria after the fall of the Iron Curtain, while my mother is a stay-at-home housewife with no higher education. As I grew older and more capable, naturally I was expected to help contribute in some way. This led to me having to constantly work and seek jobs from as early as 13 years old (typically babysitting or paper-route type jobs at this point). This is normal for a teenager, most teens work odd jobs for some extra pay, but most of the income I made had to be put towards paying bills. Balancing work and school life was something I learned to do early, however, it became harder to…
These were some of the things that my parents had to face. Even though they were working, it felt as if they weren’t. My parents worked and worked every day and yet still didn’t have enough money to take care of us and pay off their bills. Nobody cared that we were new to the country. All the landlord knew was that he got his rent every month , ConEdison only cared that my parents paid the bill or we would have live in the dark, and the government was going to collect their taxes at every pay check.…
In 2006 I moved to California with my parents, to pursue the American Dream that was dreamed by every foreigner It was seen as a great way to escape the danger and poverty we faced everyday in Peru. When we finally got here, the american dream was a myth, and working hard barely got you anywhere. Since day 1 both my parents have worked more than 40 hours a week to get food on the table, and the table back in Peru. They both support their parents and siblings financially, meaning there is no aid for me here. I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework. The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was. The same routine happened everyday, it's even happening now as I ask for advice on how to apply for college. No answer.…
As a kid, I was never aware of any of this. When I was about 5-6 years old , just like most of the other kids my age, I would always ask for every toy I saw in a store and then have a fit about it in public when my parents said “No!”. My parents always used to tell me that I should be happy with what I have and that there were kids my age who didn’t even have shelter or proper necessities but I never listened because I was only 5 years old and really obnoxious. Later,when I got into middle school, I used to see some of my peers at school with the latest phones and other electronic gadgets. I kept asking my parents for a latest phone and didn’t listen to them when they said “no”. At last, they got tired of trying to change me and bought me the iPhone 4s which was the newest phone at that time. I felt really happy and stronger than my parents because I was getting everything my way. Little did I know at that time that I was the one that was ruining myself and that there are more than a billion people who are living in extreme poverty and many more people who are living off of just $2.50 a day while I was crying for materialistic items which are not even worth over helping those needy…
Ever since we were children we have been molded by society. At the store with our parents we wanted them to get us that “cool” toy that lights up and makes generic noises. When they said “no”, we were furious. The frustration of these incidents created a false hate for our own loving parents. Now we know of coarse that our parents didn’t hate us, they just couldn’t afford to buy the toy. Even though they worked every day for us, they still couldn’t afford it. When we were a little older we started to grasp this concept. This is when we realized that we needed money to buy things. If you have enough money, you can get your hands on whatever you want. This realization got us looking for jobs. In this paper I will ask the question “Are we free?” and argue some of my thoughts on how multiple institutions of society can have such a large impact on our lives.…
Through my years of growing up, I only knew to have the basic needs a child should have. My parents struggled to raise four children. We lived in a two-roomed house, where one was the kitchen area and the other the sleeping area. We had only one big bed in the sleeping area, where my sister and I shared the bed with my mother. My two brothers slept on a single mattress in front of the bed. My father was a construction worker and worked out of town most of the time. We only saw him during Christmas time and Easter holidays. My mother was a domestic worker who came home late in the evenings.…
I hear my father often saying to me that we, the children of the present age, enjoy more freedom than they did when they were children. I admit to myself, perhaps it is true. If we require anything, for personal use or for school purposes, our parents buy them without hesitation. They love to get us things we demand. Today, it is a very, very ordinary thing to find a school going teenager talking into a smart-looking cell phone, or browsing internet, looking for scholarships or other academic centre where s/he wants to go for studies in future. A growing child dresses well, goes out with her/his parents to swanky restaurants to dine, travels once or twice a year and has her/his birthdays celebrated ritually every year. Actually, these days, being the apples of the eyes of their parents, children will lack nothing that they can afford.…