JALALOADED

Ladi Kwali is the first woman on the Nigerian naira note, the N20 note to be precise. 1. Lady Kwali was born in the village of Kwali in 1925, the Gwari region of Northern Nigeria, where pottery was an indigenous female tradition.

Chapter 3 The family went inside and sat down at the table. Marcus noticed that his mum couldn’t help smiling at his sister. She was so proud of her daughter and her successful, good-looking boyfriend. Marcus looked across the table at Jonathan. He was smiling at his mum and praising all the lovely food she had prepared. I must be wrong about him, Marcus thought. I’m not going to think about it again. After the dessert was served, Mum stood up and said over her shoulder, “The bank in town was robbed this morning. Marcus saw the thief.”

Nigerians really need to stop going to Newspaper stands as free-readers to shout about corruption induced poverty in the land.

Chapter 2 Marcus peeped out from behind the marula tree. It was hard to make out the man’s features because he kept his head down. But as he drew near to where Marcus was standing, the sun shone on the man’s earring. It was shaped like a cat and the gold glittered in the sunlight. The man grabbed his hat and ran back to the car.

Chapter 1 Marcus twisted and turned in his warm bed. It was Saturday morning, so there was no school today. He looked out of the window. The sun was starting to rise. He crept quietly into the kitchen. He knew his mum would still be sleeping. She worked very hard at a dressmaker in town all week. On Saturday morning she liked a lie-in. Marcus put the kettle on and just as it boiled his mum walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, Mum. I hope I didn’t wake you.” “No,” she smiled. “I see the kettle’s boiling. I’d love a cup of coffee.” Marcus made the coffee and brought it over. “Would you like some toast?” “That would be lovely son,” she smiled at him.

After he had won independence for India, Mahatma Gandhi visited England. He was walking through the streets of London with some other people when his attention was drawn to the shop window of a famous jeweller’s.

Part one (1) Once upon a time there lived a mother who had two daughters. One was her own child, the other her stepdaughter. She was very fond of her own daughter, but she could not so much as look at her step-daughter without shuddering.

Part one (1) Akram was sitting under a tree in the pasture near to the camps. He was counting the stars, which looked like diamonds twinkling in the darkness. Every night, Akram enjoyed making different shapes out of them.