Today I am going to be a griot and tell a story to a tribe along the coast of Cameroon. Yes, I am back in medieval times and am looking forward to telling my story about how the ocean came to be. There is one problem...I have MAJOR stage fright. I'm normally very talkative and love to be around people but getting up in front of people is difficult for me.
On the way to my story telling I stopped on the coast line. I went swimming and went in the trees and just enjoyed the radiant sun and had some time to relax. I had lots of things going through my mind on the beach. Home sickness, nerves for my speech, but most of all I miss Zorah and Ella. They are my sisters and I never travel alone. Its hard.
Finally I collected myself and got back in my car to go to the storytelling. The car rattled as it slowly went down the dirt and grass path. My favorite song was on, the radio was loud, I was at peace. I knew I needed to come back here. I felt very grimy from the water and the sand but that wasn't my worst fear. My speech was coming up.
I arrived at the tribes location right on time. The leader guided my to a stage area with some men women and children all gathered around. A couple people dressed in tribal gear were on the stage with instruments. My stomach flipped I was sweating, the audience silent.....I began.
" Today I will be talking about how the ocean came to be... One day long, long ago there was a boy his name was Azizi, he was very brave. One day his parents sold him for food, they knew his two sisters wouldn't survive with out them. Azizi had a special gift, he wouldn't know until he was older. On Azizi's 16th birthday there was a storm. He was working in the Field and water started coming from the sky. It was pooring knocking plants EVERYWHERE. It had to be stopped, Azizi went out to the middle of the Field, and he felt a force building up inside him. He began to sing, Water water water get out you are ruining the plants and killing all the flowerssss go away but not to fare, for we need you. Then he did a dance moving his arms all over! The water condensed into a BIG ball and flew away to the coast. It then dropend creating an ocean!" I was done! I did it!! Everyone loved my story. I was very proud and I learned have a little faith and you can overcome our fears!
Good job using grimy in your post!
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