As you read this story, look for hidden musical clues. How many can you find?
Once upon a time, there was a boy who came to Mozambique for the first time. He was excited to be here and he loved to observe how some things were just like they used to be back home and some things were very different. One thing he noticed right away were the long lines called “bichas” that you have to stand in for just about everything. He wasn’t too fond of standing in lines, but he wasn’t out of the airport before he got a taste of that one. The next thing he noticed were all the bars on the windows. It seemed strange to feel like he was in prison in his own house, but he knew this was important for his own security. It kept things where they aught to be – him and his family inside and the robbers outside! Sometimes late at night, his neighbors would turn their stereo up really loud and he could feel the steady beat of the drums and bass in his chest – boom, boom, boom. As he peered between the bars, he thought there should be rules about time and beat. If HE was a cop, he would set a time limit and add his signature to make it law.
There were many things different about Mozambique. But there were also many things that were similar. One thing that was easy for him to F.A.C.E. was the belief that Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge! Even down here in the Southern Hemisphere, Good Boys Deserve Fudge Always! He loved fudge! It was interesting to note that even here in Africa, All Cows Eat Grass!
It was very different to get used to the value of the money here. I mean, one whole bank note, which they call a ‘metical’, wasn’t worth anything! Imagine if they tried a half dollar or a quarter like back home! You need at least a few thousand meticais to even buy some candy!
He had already made a few friends in Mozambique. He did find it a little strange to note that good friends, even guys with guys, would hold hands as they walked along without missing a beat. Seeing that made him look twice for a quarter of a second. But, it was neat to see how different cultures had different customs and ways of getting along.
All in all, he was happy to be here. As he sat in church and watched the African Christians enjoying the worship, keeping rhythm with their hands and feet, and even allowing their bodies to express their joy in dance – he knew that the love of Jesus was in their hearts too. It made HIM feel like joining them. His heart was filled with happiness and he thanked Jesus for bringing him to the country of Mozambique.
Clever, Donna! This might be a good type of article to submit to a children's magazine. If you did, you would also have to submit an answer key. As well, you would have to give clear instructions about what to do with words that repeat (such as 'note' or 'beat') whether they are only to be counted once - or as often as they occur.
Well done Donna. You clever lady! I lost count after a while (ran out of fingers) but must say that we Aussies are obviously much more health conscious because "every good boy deserves fruit" over here. :-) Delightful story and the little musical treasure hunt was fun too. With love, Deb