Kojo N'Yanda

[Jack]

Status: Midsection

Name: Kojo N'Yanda

Age: 40

Occupation back home: I was once a simple fisherman, before I was taken by the UFDR during the civil war, and I was forced to be their slave, along with hundreds of other innocent people.

Appearance:

Nationality: African

Residence: Freetown, Sierra Leone

Skills: I am strong, and... To be honest, I have never had many uses or skills, and if I do, I have never used them.

Weaknesses/bad habits: I will over react to many things, putting my life, and many others in great danger.

Frequent moods/expressions: I am rather quiet, I am very passionate, and what you Americans seem to call hardheaded. I am very optimistic, and I have much perseverance. I do not take kindly to many people, especially people who use for their advantage.

[Jack]

Just so you know dialog written like this "like this" are in African, and dialog written like this "Like this" are in English.

***Flashback 5 years before the crash***

(Somewhere in the South Atlantic)

The water would smash against the side of the sailboat. The boat would sway back and forth as the rippled waves past underneath. They were odd shaped boats. With the sail tide to the mas, it looked like any regular boat, but the sail its self was an odd triangular shape with jagged points all around it, and had a strange design on it, with black and dark red colouring.

There were dozens of other boats and docks leading into a forest. Everyone on the sailboats continuously threw in nets and pulled out fish. Kojo stood straight up, shirtless. his shoulder broad, and his pants held together by a very thick rope through the belt loops. His muscles were a great advantage to him, especially since he was the only one working alone. He pulled in the net himself, with muscles all over his body tensing as he did so.

The sun began to set on the horizon, and all the sails were dropped. It was now just simple rafts floating in the ocean. Kojo pulled his sailboat to shore using the rope on the bow, and tied it to the dock. "Ah... you have the strength of 12 men, just like your father," one of the other sailors told him.

"Hello Benjamin," Kojo greeted. Benjamin simply smiled, before he jumped at the sound of gun shots. An automatic weapon went off in the distance. Almost everyone froze, a couple of people fell to the ground from the shock. It was all men at the docks, and they stood absolutely still. You could here many of them panting, and a few shriek. Kojo just stood still with his eyes wide open, and his mouth shut. He knew making noise would only attract the rebels.

For a second his eyes flared before he took off into the forest, "Kojo! Where are you going! Kojo!!!," Benjamin yelled, but Kojo was already sprinting through the forest. He was running as if he knew where he was running to, or what he was chasing after. He slowed down as he heard yelling in the forest.

"Papa!" he looked around to see where the sound was coming from. He caught a sight of his son and bolted toward him.

Kofe! Are you alright?" he called out. His son simply nodded his head. His son's name of course was Kofe, it was pronounced like coffee, except the 'o' was pronounced like g'o'. "Kofe," he said as he held his sons head against his chest, "Come, we must go," Kojo said getting up.

(Just outside Freetown)

The sound of gun fire was heard not 10 minutes ago, and already Kojo was smiling, and having a friendly chat with his son, "So what have they taught you?" Kojo asked as they walked home.

"I don't know," Kofe responded. Kofe was mearly 9 perhaps 10, "They mostly teach us English I guess," he continued.

"And how much have you learned?" Kojo asked in English.

"Quite a bit, I can now understand you and mama when you speak in English," Kofe responded.

"Well that is no good," Kojo stated, "Your mother and I will have to learn a new language," he joked. Kofe smiled. "I remember when I was your age, we had to walk 5km just to get to school," Kojo explained, "but that was when we still had the church." Kojo eyes seemed to drop to the ground. Both he and Kofe had a thick accent as they spoke in English.

"How long ago was it burnt down?" Kofe asked.

"It was burnt down three days before you were born," Kojo explained. Kojo instantly stopped, holding back his son with his hand, "Shh," he instructed. They could hear loud music in the distance, "Hide in the bushes," he ordered Kofe, "Go!" Kofe dove into the bushes, and Kojo removed a machete from the back of his pants. He began to run again, this time faster then before. Now as he got closer to his village he could hear screams, and gun shots.

He slowly approached the camp, hiding behind an army Jeep. He peered over it to see something horrific, not just the innocent people being lined up and shot, but something worse. He slowly approached the center of the camp, only to notice that his grass hut (his home) was on fire.

[pearl]

Well the amount of African people is growing Nice to read as always Skippy.

Just one thing to add, you know that I always look for little bugs in your writings

It would be good if you would pick a particular african country and its language because "African" is not really a language or a nationality

[Jack]

oh I know its not actually a language, but I figured it'd be easier to follow if it were basic. And I thought it was a nationality