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The Gadala Morning
By Aaron---
I am sitting on the cool rocks on the tall mountain above the waking people of Gadala. Gadala is a small village in the north of Cameroon.
The wind is cool and gentle and the sun is hot and bright. Trees grow tall and strong as they stand on the flat sandy land. The roads are bumpy and dusty. The leaves crunch under my feet as I push them. The paths are narrow and curvy leading to the brown mud brick houses. I am seeing everything as I rest on the coat that is soft and fuzzy on the rocks. From this high place I can hear the crying and running donkey and can hear the rooster waking up the people. The children are singing together loudly in the houses.
We climb up the mountain a little further to see the view of Gadala. We can see our house and it looks pink. We climb back down the mountain now, go on the paths through the fields, and we get home. We have a drink there and start school again in the classroom in Gadala.
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