I had to find the body and hide it from the ravenous birds. I didn't say a word to Bakari but he must have guessed what I was doing because I saw a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. Then I saw the cloth at the back of the shelter. It was wrinkled at the edges and was covering something that could resemble a body. I rushed forwards and knelt down next to it. Slowly I reached out and pulled back the the sheet. I screamed in surprise. Her body was in tatters. Her skin was a dirty yellow instead of the rich chocolate brown it had once been. Her hair was falling out; lying limp and lifeless by the side of her head. Her eyes were closed, almost peaceful. But I knew that this was not the way she had wanted to die. I had to say goodbye properly so I stayed beside her an let the warm salty tears streak down my face.
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Sunburn
Teen FictionMy name is Amali Ashanti and I've lived in poverty in Africa as long as I can remember; but only because my dad died. Join me, my brother Bakari and my mum, Chiwa as we face our lives on the cruel hard ground that having no money brings.
