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My name is Furaha. I live in Tanzania with my Mama in a

small village called Kwala. I never knew my father. He died

many years ago but my Mama smiles when she ever talks

about him. People always say that I have my mother’s shining

brown eyes and my father’s strong chin, my father’s wisdom and my mother’s

patience.

We live in a two-room house that my great-grandfather built. He built it with

mud and stick walls, and a strong tin roof. My mother says that many years

ago our home was considered to be one of the most beautiful in the village.

Sadly, over many trying years, it has begun to fall apart. One day I shall help

her in repairing it so that it is as lovely as it was in the old days.

Back when my great-grandfather was alive, he was a very important member

of the village community. One of his most valuable possessions was a huge,

beautifully-decorated drum. He would beat it to call village meetings, “Boom!

Boom! Boom!” When people heard this thunderous sound, they would gather

in his compound. When my great-grandfather died, the drum was passed to

his son, who passed it on to his son, and finally to me.