V The Bedroom
When Ember finally found a bedroom it was well worth the wait. A gorgeous raised four poster filled the centre of the room. The hangings were made up of crimson and indigo velvet square patches and the wood was jet black with intricate carvings of dragons, princesses and magical palaces climbing up and down the posts. The bedclothes were of dusky pink silk and embroidered with beautiful jewels of the most wonderful colours imaginable. Reds and purples green and blues, they shone and sparkled dazzling in splendour.
The walls were hung with beautiful portraits, satin scarfs and tapestries depicting great deed accomplished y brave men. Most beautiful of all was a huge old mirror hanging on the far side of the room. It was framed with pure dhahabu and Ember ran her hand down it surprised to find it warm as though someone had left it lying out in the sun. She turned her eyes to the surface of the mirror and started back in surprise at what she saw.
People, the room was filled with people. But when she turned to look behind her the room seemed empty. She turned back to the mirror. People of all different backgrounds and looks stood there but her eye was drawn to a particularly regal looking old lady sitting in state in a velvet armchair.
She wore an aquamarine dress that matched her eyes perfectly and was adorned with jewels of all kinds. But it was the look on her face that drew Ember to her. A dreadful pain, too strong to put into words was etched on her lined face. Ember knew this woman had experienced great sorrow and being well-acquainted with the feeling herself she naturally wanted to help her. But whenever she looked behind her there was no one there. The woman in the mirror looked up and with a sad watery smile gestured towards the bed.
“Come,” her face seemed to say. “Rest now, you’ve had a long siku and wewe must be tired”
So Ember collapsed into the kitanda that made her feel as though she were floating on a wingu and she fell asleep.
When Ember finally found a bedroom it was well worth the wait. A gorgeous raised four poster filled the centre of the room. The hangings were made up of crimson and indigo velvet square patches and the wood was jet black with intricate carvings of dragons, princesses and magical palaces climbing up and down the posts. The bedclothes were of dusky pink silk and embroidered with beautiful jewels of the most wonderful colours imaginable. Reds and purples green and blues, they shone and sparkled dazzling in splendour.
The walls were hung with beautiful portraits, satin scarfs and tapestries depicting great deed accomplished y brave men. Most beautiful of all was a huge old mirror hanging on the far side of the room. It was framed with pure dhahabu and Ember ran her hand down it surprised to find it warm as though someone had left it lying out in the sun. She turned her eyes to the surface of the mirror and started back in surprise at what she saw.
People, the room was filled with people. But when she turned to look behind her the room seemed empty. She turned back to the mirror. People of all different backgrounds and looks stood there but her eye was drawn to a particularly regal looking old lady sitting in state in a velvet armchair.
She wore an aquamarine dress that matched her eyes perfectly and was adorned with jewels of all kinds. But it was the look on her face that drew Ember to her. A dreadful pain, too strong to put into words was etched on her lined face. Ember knew this woman had experienced great sorrow and being well-acquainted with the feeling herself she naturally wanted to help her. But whenever she looked behind her there was no one there. The woman in the mirror looked up and with a sad watery smile gestured towards the bed.
“Come,” her face seemed to say. “Rest now, you’ve had a long siku and wewe must be tired”
So Ember collapsed into the kitanda that made her feel as though she were floating on a wingu and she fell asleep.
I wrote this a while back, for my language arts class. Please don't copy, enjoy!!!:)
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
onyesha that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
au cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
onyesha that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
au cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes wewe feel free, and then drags wewe to the ground
It tells wewe that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes wewe see what wewe want to see
Let’s wewe feel what wewe want to feel
It puts wewe in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at wewe in the face for your mistakes
It can help wewe find upendo au heartbreak
In the end reality gives wewe the same outcome
The very outcome wewe tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes wewe feel free, and then drags wewe to the ground
It tells wewe that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes wewe see what wewe want to see
Let’s wewe feel what wewe want to feel
It puts wewe in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at wewe in the face for your mistakes
It can help wewe find upendo au heartbreak
In the end reality gives wewe the same outcome
The very outcome wewe tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
