This was ritten by me, and only me. Her footstep hastened as she ran further. She looked back, they had stopped following her. Fariha stopped. She took a breath, she was safe, home was near. In the community in which she lived, the settlement was nucleated. The mud houses were roughly built in which no particular shape could describe it. Her home was across the forest . The air was cold, she coughed. Suddenly, the once ordinary cough turned into something severe. She clutched to her bare stomach, a noise of suffocation. Fariha fell to the ground, her asthma acted up. * * * A flash of light, the picture which he snapped was perfect. Nature was at it's. peak. If you were silent enough, you would hear the birds chirping, and the melodious fall of water. He snapped the deer. Hastings wasn't baffled by the African forest, in fact he was fascinated by it. He travelled all the way from Britain to have a view of Africa. Three years ago, he had been in Africa to visit his sister. Hastings knelt, his white knees on the dried up grasses. He wanted a closer view of the deer, a flash, then the deer fled. Something was wrong, so faint, of was. " Is somebody there?" He asked, looking behind him. There was no one. He began to pack his filming equipment, he heard the sound again, so much louder. without wasting time, he leaped into action. He ran towards the sound, he had to get there, an animal could have been injured. He kicked away all twigs on his path, then he stopped. Rather surprised, he saw Fariha in a heap of grasses. Her ebony skin shone in the sunlight, her African cheek bones could cut through diamonds. Woah! She was beautiful, never in his life had he seen such a raw beauty. She was still

Bisiebae:
This was ritten by me, and only me.
Her footstep hastened as she ran further. She looked
back, they had stopped following her. Fariha
stopped. She took a breath, she was safe, home was
near. In the community in which she lived, the
settlement was nucleated. The mud houses were
roughly built in which no particular shape could
describe it. Her home was across the forest .
The air was cold, she coughed. Suddenly, the once
ordinary cough turned into something severe. She
clutched to her bare stomach, a noise of suffocation.
Fariha fell to the ground, her asthma acted up.
* * *
A flash of light, the picture which he snapped was
perfect. Nature was at it's. peak. If you were silent
enough, you would hear the birds chirping, and the
melodious fall of water. He snapped the deer.
Hastings wasn't baffled by the African forest, in fact
he was fascinated by it. He travelled all the way
from Britain to have a view of Africa.
Three years ago, he had been in Africa to visit his
sister. Hastings knelt, his white knees on the dried
up grasses. He wanted a closer view of the deer, a
flash, then the deer fled. Something was wrong, so
faint, of was.
" Is somebody there?" He asked, looking behind him.
There was no one. He began to pack his filming
equipment, he heard the sound again, so much
louder. without wasting time, he leaped into action.
He ran towards the sound, he had to get there, an
animal could have been injured. He kicked away all
twigs on his path, then he stopped.
Rather surprised, he saw Fariha in a heap of
grasses. Her ebony skin shone in the sunlight, her
African cheek bones could cut through diamonds.
Woah! She was beautiful, never in his life had he
seen such a raw beauty. She was still

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