Personal Narrative: My Life In Madagascar

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Just a Dream It has never been, even in my wildest imagination that everything would become like this. It never even crossed my mind that we would end up to this number; some might have seen his coming but not this soon and I am sure that no one among us is cognisant as to what we have to do next.
1999. Madagascar I looked to the gray sky as I continued to chew the leaves that I have in my hand while I am sitting and thinking in the loftiness of tree I am resting at. We just finished grooming each other and we just stopped scouting the place. I then scanned my eyes to see the dryness and diverseness of the forest I live in. How the plants are unusual looking (due to it’s supposedly adaptation to the environment), how varied the faunas in this area are, and how this eco-region is slowly disintegrating and is being destroyed. (Crowley, 2014) We, here at the north of this huge forest in Madagascar are having a difficult time living in this day because our home is slowly being destroyed by the continuous slashing and burning of mankind in order to make use of the resources and get profit out of OUR habitats. OUR home. OUR very own place for survival and living. OUR place of safety. I let my mind wander and think of the future. My hopes and my fears for my kind’s survival. My continuous struggle to endure the …show more content…

All my rage came before me. Can’t think of anything but run and save myself. Away from these people. Away from these treacherous situation. Away from this death bed that’s chasing me and my family. I’ve lost enough. I’ve lost two of my group all because of the doing of these men. All because of their activities, their logging that caused us to lose our homes, them, burning the forest for another purpose and their goings-on that took away all our food supplies for their own subsistence and the ever evil hunting that they exercise for us to be used as

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