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| The Hunter's Dream |
More than anything, Kori and his wife wish
for a child. Kori goes on a quest to find
the answer to their dreams. He is about
to give up when his strangest dream
comes true. He brings his treasure home
with him and for a time little Thoni gives
them nothing but joy. But can this
unexpected happiness last?
for a child. Kori goes on a quest to find
the answer to their dreams. He is about
to give up when his strangest dream
comes true. He brings his treasure home
with him and for a time little Thoni gives
them nothing but joy. But can this
unexpected happiness last?
For young Kariuki, life in a small village in central Kenya is one
great adventure. And when he meets Nigel life becomes even
more interesting. Nigel is from England and he has come to
visit his great grandfather, the fearsome Bwana Ruin who owns
the farm where all the villagers work. The villagers call Nigel the
mzungu boy, and they view him with suspicion and fear.
"[The] Mzungu Boy, with its play of light and dark, innocence
and experience, goodness and evil, is a superb achievement on
the part of its author, Meja Mwangi." - Globe and Mail
great adventure. And when he meets Nigel life becomes even
more interesting. Nigel is from England and he has come to
visit his great grandfather, the fearsome Bwana Ruin who owns
the farm where all the villagers work. The villagers call Nigel the
mzungu boy, and they view him with suspicion and fear.
"[The] Mzungu Boy, with its play of light and dark, innocence
and experience, goodness and evil, is a superb achievement on
the part of its author, Meja Mwangi." - Globe and Mail
| Jimi the Dog |
Kariuki's young life is simple and
uncomplicated until Jimi shows up Then,
suddenly, all routine is distupted as the
boy embarks on a long and hzazardous
learning adventure with the dog as both
the lesson and the teacher.
uncomplicated until Jimi shows up Then,
suddenly, all routine is distupted as the
boy embarks on a long and hzazardous
learning adventure with the dog as both
the lesson and the teacher.
| Mountain of Bones |
Jimi the dog goes missing and Kriuki
does not know where to look for him. Is
it really safe to go to Majengo to look for
Jimi?
| The Mzungu Boy groundwood books 2005 |
| ISBN 0-88899-653-5 |
EATING MOSES
WHEN THE ENTRANCE was wide enough, Salt pushed his head and
shoulders through and barked in the hole.
There was a sudden quiet from within. We got down on our knees and put
our ears to the ground to listen. We heard the sound we had heard once
before, the rumbling of approaching thunder. The sound grew louder as it
came nearer, and the earth shook.
We jumped to our feet and prepared to run. Then Salt gave a yelp. He shot
backwards out of the hole and went spinning in the air. He crashed into
Pepper and both dogs went down in a cloud of dust.
Old Moses stuck his head out of the burrow and shook his tusks at us. Then
he retreated and crashed to the bottom of the hole with a thud.
The dogs picked themselves up from the dust. They were shivering from the
shock. Salt limped over to Nigel, but Pepper dove angrily into the hole,
pushing his way in until only his tail was left wagging in the air.
Again the deep, expectant silence. Pepper was older and wiser than Salt.
He did not bark in the hole. He listened, as we did, to the start of the
rumbling that would warn us of the approaching thunder. We heard it
coming, the ground shaking from its force, and we jumped back as before.
Pepper wriggled out of the hole and sprang away from the mouth of the
den at the very last second. With a loud whooshing sound, Old Moses shot
out of the hole and into the air. Pepper had timed the moment just right. He
leapt onto the old warthog's back and sank his teeth into the massive
mane. They landed ten yards away from us. Pepper was still on top, trying
desperately to sink his killer fangs into the warthog's thick neck.
Old Moses charged on through the grassland. We waited for him to turn
around and come charging back to his den.
It took us a moment to realize that he had no intention of returning to his
hole. Then we ran.
Salt had by now fully recovered from shock and he dashed forward to help
his brother. Then Old Moses stopped so suddenly that Pepper flew off his
back and went crashing into the dust. Old Moses veered to the right and
made for the first line of bush, about half a mile away along the river valley.
When the dust cleared, we saw Pepper pick himself up and go furiously
after Old Moses, with Salt right behind him.
We ran after them. I stepped into a mole hole and fell down. Nigel was fifty
paces behind me and doing his best to keep up. I stopped to wait for him.
He was panting heavily, and his arms and his legs were almost black with
sweat and dust.
"Shall we go home now?" I asked while he caught his breath.
"No." His face was red with excitement. "We almost have him now."
"But he is gone. We'll never see him again."
"We shall," he said. "The dogs will catch him now."
"It will be dark soon," I pleaded. "We must go home."
He looked around and for the first time seemed to realize where he was.
The sun was sinking over the hills and we were still miles away from home.
Way up in the east, thunderclouds poured from the mountains into the
valleys. Lightning flashed and thunder clashed. There was the smell of dust
in the air, a sign that the rain had started its gradual descent into the plains.
I worried about flash floods. I worried about the river flooding.
"We must go home now," I said to Nigel.
"But the dogs," he said. "We must get the dogs."
"It will soon be dark," I told him.
"We must get the dogs," he insisted. "We can't go home without them."
We ran on.
The old warthog had disappeared in the forest. Salt and Pepper dove in
after him. We came up to the first line of trees. I stepped on a thorn and sat
down to take it out. It was a long and hard acacia thorn and it had gone
through my foot. I called to Nigel to stop and help me take it out, but he had
already disappeared into the forest after the dogs.
I pulled out the thorn, then rubbed leaves on the puncture to stop the
bleeding. My foot was extremely painful. I could not run any more.
I called out for Nigel. There was no reply. I limped into the forest after him.
It was gloomy and silent except for the crickets now rising to sing their eerie
night songs.
The sudden silence was frightening. With growing panic, I finally woke up to
something that had been nagging me since the whole affair with Old Moses
had started. It was the silent and savage way the Alsatian dogs had gone
after their prey. They were trained attack dogs, not hunting dogs. Unlike the
jimis, they had not raved and ranted during the attack on the warthog. They
had not uttered a single bark during the whole chase, and they were dead
silent now. The jimis would have made enough noise to scare the whole
forest. The jimis would have been easy to follow. But the Alsatians were
impossible to follow in the thick forest.
I limped on, calling for Nigel with mounting alarm. The forest was dead still.
Darkness was closing in fast. I walked on. Lighting flashed, throwing
grotesque shadows into the trees around me. A sudden thunderclap
echoed eerily through the undergrowth. I was petrified with fear. I was
about to turn round and run home when I heard a muffled sound in the
undergrowth and stopped to listen. The forest was quite still. A sharp cry
cut into the night, a frightened sound that sounded like a sheep that was
about to have its throat cut. Then silence.
"Nigel?" I called out. "Is that you, Nigel?"
There was no reply. I heard stealthy movements up ahead. Then silence.
Fear tore at my stomach — a cold, screaming fear that filled my mouth and
made it impossible to breathe. I moved on slowly. It was nearly dark now.
Lightning lit up the night, blinding and illuminating at the same time. In its
terrible light, I saw a large black thing lying on the ground.
I stopped. My fear said to run home and get help. But my mind told me no
one would dare come to the forest after dark. The soldiers had warned us
against it. The soldiers had made it very clear that anyone found in the
forest after dark would be shot dead.ing lying there on the ground. Then I
recognized it.
READ ON ...
WHEN THE ENTRANCE was wide enough, Salt pushed his head and
shoulders through and barked in the hole.
There was a sudden quiet from within. We got down on our knees and put
our ears to the ground to listen. We heard the sound we had heard once
before, the rumbling of approaching thunder. The sound grew louder as it
came nearer, and the earth shook.
We jumped to our feet and prepared to run. Then Salt gave a yelp. He shot
backwards out of the hole and went spinning in the air. He crashed into
Pepper and both dogs went down in a cloud of dust.
Old Moses stuck his head out of the burrow and shook his tusks at us. Then
he retreated and crashed to the bottom of the hole with a thud.
The dogs picked themselves up from the dust. They were shivering from the
shock. Salt limped over to Nigel, but Pepper dove angrily into the hole,
pushing his way in until only his tail was left wagging in the air.
Again the deep, expectant silence. Pepper was older and wiser than Salt.
He did not bark in the hole. He listened, as we did, to the start of the
rumbling that would warn us of the approaching thunder. We heard it
coming, the ground shaking from its force, and we jumped back as before.
Pepper wriggled out of the hole and sprang away from the mouth of the
den at the very last second. With a loud whooshing sound, Old Moses shot
out of the hole and into the air. Pepper had timed the moment just right. He
leapt onto the old warthog's back and sank his teeth into the massive
mane. They landed ten yards away from us. Pepper was still on top, trying
desperately to sink his killer fangs into the warthog's thick neck.
Old Moses charged on through the grassland. We waited for him to turn
around and come charging back to his den.
It took us a moment to realize that he had no intention of returning to his
hole. Then we ran.
Salt had by now fully recovered from shock and he dashed forward to help
his brother. Then Old Moses stopped so suddenly that Pepper flew off his
back and went crashing into the dust. Old Moses veered to the right and
made for the first line of bush, about half a mile away along the river valley.
When the dust cleared, we saw Pepper pick himself up and go furiously
after Old Moses, with Salt right behind him.
We ran after them. I stepped into a mole hole and fell down. Nigel was fifty
paces behind me and doing his best to keep up. I stopped to wait for him.
He was panting heavily, and his arms and his legs were almost black with
sweat and dust.
"Shall we go home now?" I asked while he caught his breath.
"No." His face was red with excitement. "We almost have him now."
"But he is gone. We'll never see him again."
"We shall," he said. "The dogs will catch him now."
"It will be dark soon," I pleaded. "We must go home."
He looked around and for the first time seemed to realize where he was.
The sun was sinking over the hills and we were still miles away from home.
Way up in the east, thunderclouds poured from the mountains into the
valleys. Lightning flashed and thunder clashed. There was the smell of dust
in the air, a sign that the rain had started its gradual descent into the plains.
I worried about flash floods. I worried about the river flooding.
"We must go home now," I said to Nigel.
"But the dogs," he said. "We must get the dogs."
"It will soon be dark," I told him.
"We must get the dogs," he insisted. "We can't go home without them."
We ran on.
The old warthog had disappeared in the forest. Salt and Pepper dove in
after him. We came up to the first line of trees. I stepped on a thorn and sat
down to take it out. It was a long and hard acacia thorn and it had gone
through my foot. I called to Nigel to stop and help me take it out, but he had
already disappeared into the forest after the dogs.
I pulled out the thorn, then rubbed leaves on the puncture to stop the
bleeding. My foot was extremely painful. I could not run any more.
I called out for Nigel. There was no reply. I limped into the forest after him.
It was gloomy and silent except for the crickets now rising to sing their eerie
night songs.
The sudden silence was frightening. With growing panic, I finally woke up to
something that had been nagging me since the whole affair with Old Moses
had started. It was the silent and savage way the Alsatian dogs had gone
after their prey. They were trained attack dogs, not hunting dogs. Unlike the
jimis, they had not raved and ranted during the attack on the warthog. They
had not uttered a single bark during the whole chase, and they were dead
silent now. The jimis would have made enough noise to scare the whole
forest. The jimis would have been easy to follow. But the Alsatians were
impossible to follow in the thick forest.
I limped on, calling for Nigel with mounting alarm. The forest was dead still.
Darkness was closing in fast. I walked on. Lighting flashed, throwing
grotesque shadows into the trees around me. A sudden thunderclap
echoed eerily through the undergrowth. I was petrified with fear. I was
about to turn round and run home when I heard a muffled sound in the
undergrowth and stopped to listen. The forest was quite still. A sharp cry
cut into the night, a frightened sound that sounded like a sheep that was
about to have its throat cut. Then silence.
"Nigel?" I called out. "Is that you, Nigel?"
There was no reply. I heard stealthy movements up ahead. Then silence.
Fear tore at my stomach — a cold, screaming fear that filled my mouth and
made it impossible to breathe. I moved on slowly. It was nearly dark now.
Lightning lit up the night, blinding and illuminating at the same time. In its
terrible light, I saw a large black thing lying on the ground.
I stopped. My fear said to run home and get help. But my mind told me no
one would dare come to the forest after dark. The soldiers had warned us
against it. The soldiers had made it very clear that anyone found in the
forest after dark would be shot dead.ing lying there on the ground. Then I
recognized it.
READ ON ...
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