Ok, this is my first time trying this uandishi a story thing. I have enjoyed many peoples stories so I thought I might give it a try. Please be nice :)
This is my story:
My name is Emmett McCarty and I was born in Gatlinburg Tennessee in 1915. I am the youngest of a large, loud, hectic family, we live in a very small town on the outside of the Great Smokey Mountain National Park.
It was May 1935, and the great depression has been causing my family problems for almost 6 years now and when your family relies on farming to survive, plus the family is huge it means that everyone has to help. Even though wewe may not want to:
The sun was bright as it flashed through the window of the room that I unfortunately share with my 3 brothers. Phillip, Michael and Benjamin were already out working the fields which meant that;
1) I was already in trouble which was not a good way to start your siku around here.
2) That someone would eventually notice that I was missing and send another member to come find me.....and
3) That there would be absolutely no breakfast left, and that I would have to work hungry until lunch was called. This is the part that upset me the most.
I quietly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping that I would make it out the door before my mother au any of my sisters noticed. I was not that lucky.
"Emmett" My mother sighed, "You are going to make your father very angry. wewe are 20 years old, and should know better kwa now." My mother alisema as I hung my head.
I gave her my best I'm sorry glance and ran my fingers through my curly, messy brown hair as I made my way out the barn.
I could hear my brothers, nephews, and father all planning the planting of this years corn. I quietly made my way around the side and slipped in behind one of the taller boys and took a good look at my father:
My father and I were alike in many ways, he had the same upendo for life, the curls, and was always up to the challenge. I think that the fact that he was very competitive had something to do with the size of my family. I laughed quietly, which I attempted to hide with a cough as my father began speaking.
"We need to plant as much of the South 40 as possible today, and I will need 2 of wewe to haul nyasi, nyasi kavu to feed the livestock."
There was a collective grumble around because no one wanted to haul nyasi, nyasi kavu all day. I quickly shot a glance to my brother John who nodded just as fast and stood up to volunteer for the job.
"Emmett and I will do it da'" John quickly said, avoiding all of the looks that were being shot at him.
"Yeah" I agreed as I stood inayofuata to John.
"We could use a good siku of manual labor, plus it will be a challenge to see who can stack the fastest." I punched John in the arm and smiled at my father.
He seemed to think this over for a while before noticing that no one else was going to ask for the monotonous task. He nodded as he stood to begin the walk to the field.
"Now no horsing around, wewe two need to get all of this nyasi, nyasi kavu moved to the higher ground, and stacked kwa lunch. I do not want to come back to find it falling down, all over, au wewe gone." My father smiled a small grin and walked out of the ghalani with the rest of the brood following behind.
It was a very monotonous job that many people would pass. First; wewe take the bale kwa the 3 strings that go around, then wewe either stack the nyasi, nyasi kavu carefully au wewe throw them at each other while somewhat try to stack the bales. This is zaidi enjoyable because each bale weighs about 80-100# per bale.
John had turned his back to pick up his first piece when I chose a small pile off the floor and threw it at his back.
"Hey I wasn't ready" John yelled.
"There are no rules" I laughed as I threw my first bale across the ghalani to the other side.
I bent to pick up the inayofuata of my stack and was hit in the side kwa a chunk of mud.
I turned to retaliate and found that John was running before I could even start, he might not be as strong as I was but he was fast. I caught up to him half way across the ghalani and threw him into the mud, nyasi, nyasi kavu mix that lined the floor. We wrestled for a few dakika before breaking apart, both tired, covered in mud, and laughing loud enough to scare any animal out of the barn.
"We better get back to work before da' comes back and finds us wrestling." I laughed as I stood up and wiped some of the mud off my clothing.
We went back to stacking nyasi, nyasi kavu until my mother rang the kengele for lunch. My piles were much higher the John's, but his were stacked appropriately. My mother rang the kengele again, we started back towards the house when we noticed the younger boys standing around in a mduara, duara looking at what appeared to be a body of one of the sheep.
As we chased the kids back to the house and went to see if we could figure out what killed the poor beast.
This is my story:
My name is Emmett McCarty and I was born in Gatlinburg Tennessee in 1915. I am the youngest of a large, loud, hectic family, we live in a very small town on the outside of the Great Smokey Mountain National Park.
It was May 1935, and the great depression has been causing my family problems for almost 6 years now and when your family relies on farming to survive, plus the family is huge it means that everyone has to help. Even though wewe may not want to:
The sun was bright as it flashed through the window of the room that I unfortunately share with my 3 brothers. Phillip, Michael and Benjamin were already out working the fields which meant that;
1) I was already in trouble which was not a good way to start your siku around here.
2) That someone would eventually notice that I was missing and send another member to come find me.....and
3) That there would be absolutely no breakfast left, and that I would have to work hungry until lunch was called. This is the part that upset me the most.
I quietly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping that I would make it out the door before my mother au any of my sisters noticed. I was not that lucky.
"Emmett" My mother sighed, "You are going to make your father very angry. wewe are 20 years old, and should know better kwa now." My mother alisema as I hung my head.
I gave her my best I'm sorry glance and ran my fingers through my curly, messy brown hair as I made my way out the barn.
I could hear my brothers, nephews, and father all planning the planting of this years corn. I quietly made my way around the side and slipped in behind one of the taller boys and took a good look at my father:
My father and I were alike in many ways, he had the same upendo for life, the curls, and was always up to the challenge. I think that the fact that he was very competitive had something to do with the size of my family. I laughed quietly, which I attempted to hide with a cough as my father began speaking.
"We need to plant as much of the South 40 as possible today, and I will need 2 of wewe to haul nyasi, nyasi kavu to feed the livestock."
There was a collective grumble around because no one wanted to haul nyasi, nyasi kavu all day. I quickly shot a glance to my brother John who nodded just as fast and stood up to volunteer for the job.
"Emmett and I will do it da'" John quickly said, avoiding all of the looks that were being shot at him.
"Yeah" I agreed as I stood inayofuata to John.
"We could use a good siku of manual labor, plus it will be a challenge to see who can stack the fastest." I punched John in the arm and smiled at my father.
He seemed to think this over for a while before noticing that no one else was going to ask for the monotonous task. He nodded as he stood to begin the walk to the field.
"Now no horsing around, wewe two need to get all of this nyasi, nyasi kavu moved to the higher ground, and stacked kwa lunch. I do not want to come back to find it falling down, all over, au wewe gone." My father smiled a small grin and walked out of the ghalani with the rest of the brood following behind.
It was a very monotonous job that many people would pass. First; wewe take the bale kwa the 3 strings that go around, then wewe either stack the nyasi, nyasi kavu carefully au wewe throw them at each other while somewhat try to stack the bales. This is zaidi enjoyable because each bale weighs about 80-100# per bale.
John had turned his back to pick up his first piece when I chose a small pile off the floor and threw it at his back.
"Hey I wasn't ready" John yelled.
"There are no rules" I laughed as I threw my first bale across the ghalani to the other side.
I bent to pick up the inayofuata of my stack and was hit in the side kwa a chunk of mud.
I turned to retaliate and found that John was running before I could even start, he might not be as strong as I was but he was fast. I caught up to him half way across the ghalani and threw him into the mud, nyasi, nyasi kavu mix that lined the floor. We wrestled for a few dakika before breaking apart, both tired, covered in mud, and laughing loud enough to scare any animal out of the barn.
"We better get back to work before da' comes back and finds us wrestling." I laughed as I stood up and wiped some of the mud off my clothing.
We went back to stacking nyasi, nyasi kavu until my mother rang the kengele for lunch. My piles were much higher the John's, but his were stacked appropriately. My mother rang the kengele again, we started back towards the house when we noticed the younger boys standing around in a mduara, duara looking at what appeared to be a body of one of the sheep.
As we chased the kids back to the house and went to see if we could figure out what killed the poor beast.