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Africa is my home- the story of Sarah Margru Kinson is about an African Mende girl named Margru (more likely Mangalu) who was pawned by her father for a debt, but before he could recover her she was sold into slavery. She was forced to board a ship for seven weeks. Then she boarded the Amistad and saw the African revolt.

What follows is a summary of some of the historical events that Margru experienced. Don Ruiz and Montez were the only ones left at the end of the revolt. Cinque, the ‘leader’ of the Africans on the Amistad, commanded them to sail the ship back to Africa. Don Ruiz and Montez did as they were bid at daytime, but at night they were sailing away from Africa and back to America. Don Ruiz and Montez were hoping that someone would see them and investigate. Their wishes came true. Another ship did see them. They came and invaded the Amistad when Cinque was negotiating with some hunters to sail them back home. The Africans were held in prison for a long time and the jailer and his wife “took care of them”. The jailer was Mr. Pendleton, and his wife, Mrs. Pendleton. —After a while the Amistad Africans received news that they had won the case. But the President appealed to the Supreme Court because he wasn’t happy with the results. The Africans won again, and were sent back to Africa after the money to pay for the ship was gathered.

After all the hectic things were over, Sarah Margru Kinson married and became Sarah Margru Kinson Green. She became a Christian teacher. And at some time, she met her father again.

I think Africa is my home is a good “book” (really story) and it is very informative and interesting. I think you should definitely read it.

Kagne

Every day I am tortured,
thinking about what has
and might happen to me.
Every night I cry myself into a sleep
full of ghostly white men, over and over cruelly
ripping me away from my village
in lovely, lovely, lovely Africa,
my home.

I dream of the joyous days,
overflowing with happiness,
before the white men came.
Then they are replaced with cold days filled with apprehension and fear.

I cry out in my sleep and wake myself.
I shiver, for this is another of those
cold, fearful days.

All I wish for, anymore, is to be
held once more in my mother’s warm, comforting arms,
to hear one more of my father’s stories,
to run free as the wind once more,
to see the sights of my village a last time,
and to hear my family saying to me

Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
What can those white ghostly men do to you that they have not done already?
Be brave,
Kagne.

Introduction

My third-grade buddy has two buddies, her New Orleans buddy and me. My third-grade buddy wrote this edited report. It’s about her New Orleans buddy and New Orleans. We hope you like it!

My class has a relationship with a class in New Orleans. It takes 20 hours to get there by car. Our class is in the middle of finding out a way to help and get money to help rebuild New Orleans after Katrina. (A hurricane) Letters are only one thing we trade. We trade food. They sent us beignets mix, we sent them bagels, and they sent us a King Cake. A King Cake is a cake you eat on Mardi Gras. We also learned that New Orleans has parishes. Parishes are like counties. We both celebrate Mardi Gras. Bye.