KCSE English Questions for Form 4: Oral Skills and Narratives
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Read the following comprehension and answer the questions that follow in the spaces given below. (20mks)
COMPREHENSION
Hare, Elephant and Hippo One day Hare, popularly known as Ogila Nyakarondo, met Elephant on his way to the forest. As Hare is a cunning and clever animal, he wanted to fool Elephant on some issue. He started talking to Elephant; ‘ Elephant my brother, good morning. What is the matter? Why are you walking alone like that my friend? Why don’t you ask me to walk along with you through the forest? After they had walked together for some time Hare said, ‘Elephant my brother, I want to go on a rope- pulling contest with you. I know that I can defeat you miserably, for I am stronger than you.’ Elephant replied, ‘iii! Ogila Nyakarondo, you are too small to contest with me. You are playing about, my brother. Think twice. They then planned to go on a contest the next day in the forest, but Elephant went laughing, thinking that Ogila could do nothing to him.
The same day, Ogila met with Hippo and started talking to him saying, ‘ Hippo my brother, I want you to contest with me one of these days. We shall pull a rope across the forest and see who will be the winner.’ Hippo said, ‘ Don’t play with me , Hare my brother, you are just too small to contest with me.’ He made the same plan, just as he had planned with Elephant to pull the rope in the contest across the forest.
The next morning, Hippo and Elephant went to each side of the forest thinking that they were going to contest with Hare. They started pulling the rope. Meanwhile Hare was sitting on a high hill looking at what was happening below. He sang a song to taunt Elephant and Hippo. As he sang, Hippo and Elephant pulled even harder. They pulled and pulled and got very tired. At dusk, they almost fainted and stopped pulling. Hare immediately ran to Elephant and asked,’ am I not great?’ elephant told Hare, ‘ Oh Hare my brother, I have agreed that you are really great. I have had it tough the whole day.’ Hare then ran to Hippo and told him the same thing he had told Elephant. Hippo wondered at the strength of the Hare and said, ‘ Hare my brother, I have just realized that you are very strong. In fact you should be made the king of the jungle.’ Hare went away merrily playing his guitar. (Adapted from African Oral Literature for schools by Jane Nandwa and Austin Bukenya, Longman Kenya.)
COMPREHENSION(20MARKS)
A hundred years ago, there was no international agreement concerning the treatment of war casualties; each country made its own arrangements and very inadequate these were.
In 1854, however, Florence Nightingale took a band of nurses to care for the wounded in the Crimean war. Her action interested a Swiss, Hernri Dunant, who later gained first hand experience after the battle of Solferino in 1859. He saw thousands of wounded soldiers unattended and helpless and their terrible suftering impressed him profoundly. He returned to Switzerland determined to rouse public opinion and began by securing the support of four personal friends. They drew up a scheme and in 1863 invited representatives of sixteen European states (including Great Britain) to Geneva to discuss it. In 1864, the Swiss government convened a diplomatic conference of the sixteen states concerned and on 22nd August, the Geneva Convention was signed. Its primary objective as to establish the principle that it is the duty of belligerents to collect and care for the sick and wounded, irrespective of nationality, and these casualties, the ambulances and hospitals in which they arc placed, and the doctors, nurses and staff attending them are always to be regarded as neutral. As a compliment to Switzerland, its flag, a white cross on a red ground, was reversed, and the Red cross on a white ground became the symbol of neutrality. Dunant’s committee of five became what has since been known as the International Committee of the Red Cross. This consists of Swiss citizens, and its functions are to maintain Red Cross principles and act as a medium between governments in the relief of war sufferers. (From British Red Cross Pamphlet) Questions
(a) What first led to Henry Dunant’s interest in war casualties? (2 Mks)
………………………………….. (b) He later gained “……... first hand experience.” Explain the meaning of the underlined phrase according to the passage. (2 Mks) ………………... (e) (i) Discuss the steps Henry Dunant followed in his determinations to rouse public opinion in Switzerland. (3 Mks) ………………………... (ii) Give evidence to show that he succeeded. (2 Mks) …………………... (d) State one major difference between the conference called by Dunant and that called by the Swiss government. (2 Mks) …………………………. (f) Give two reasons to show that Switzerland deserved to be complimented for the existence of the international Red Cross Society. (4 Mks) ………………………... (g) Explain the meaning of the following words and phrases as used in the passage. (3 marks)
The Ogre and the New Mother
A long time ago, there was a pregnant woman whose husband had gone to work in a distant land. He was a blacksmith. This woman got a baby and an ogre played mid-wife to her. He also played the role of her nurse, cooking for her and gathering firewood. Every time the ogre came back from the forest with firewood, he would pretend to offer the food to her saying:” Wagaciari nduke tuhiuhio” (Newly delivered mother, take this delicacy). But before she could reach the food, he would withdraw it saying:” Warega ngaria.” He then munched down the food himself He would repeat the same with gruel saying,:”Wagaciari nduke gacuru. Warega nganywa.” And drank it himself This practice continued and the nursing mother became very thin and weak. The ogre himself became fat and sleek. In those days, women used to put out castor seeds to dry in the sun. Doves used to come and steal these seeds. So one day, the woman talked to one of the doves saying: “You dove, you have eaten all my castor seeds. Now, if I ask you to carry out a small errand for me, can you do it?” “Yes, I can,” answered the dove. “Right, I would like you to fly to the land of the blacksmiths and once you get there, pass the following message: Muthuri uguturai I say, oh you blacksmith Cangarara- il- ca Cangarara- I- ca Turatura narua- iI Hasten to finish whatever you’re doing Cangarara- iI- ca Cangarara- I- ca Mukaguo niaachiarire-i Your wife is with child Cangarara- i- ca Cangarara- i- ca Agiciaithio ni irimu- I An ogre is playing nurse to her Cangarara- I- ca C’angarara- i- ca Ekwiruo nduke tuhiuhio-I She’s being offered food Cángarara- i: ca Cangarara- I- ca Na warega ngaria-I But the ogre eats it all Cangarara- iI- ca Cangarara- i- ca The dove did as she was told. When she got to the place where blacksmiths were working, she sang the song. The blacksmiths heard the dove’s song and asked each other,” Who left his wife expecting a child?” One of them confessed he had and so the others asked him to go and find out what was going on at home.When he got home, he found that his wife had given birth to a baby boy but the mother was very thin and weak. She told the husband the whole story and how ogre was eating all her food and tormenting her. By this time, the ogre was in the forest gathering firewood. The husband sharpened his spear and hid himself in the house.Presently, the ogre came home with a load of firewood on his back. He dropped thefirewood with a thud and malevolently rebuked the nursing mother: “Wagaciairi urogua namururumo ucio.”(Newly delivered mother, may you fall with a similar thud!) The nursing mother answered back, “O nawe urogua.” (You too!) The ogre was surprised. He said,” You surprise me with your arrogance today. Could it be that the blacksmith has come back?” The woman’s husband was very angry. He could see all that was going on from his hiding place. Even before the ogre had finished talking about the gruel, the husband stood up, took aim and speared the ogre in the mouth knocking him flat on the floor.Before he died, the’ ogre cried with aloud voice saying. “It is just as I had said. The sojourners have come back. Oh dear me I am dying because of my greed!”And with these words he died. There ends my story. But may I not end with it. Read the story below and then answer the questions which follow:
CHINSARA MOGUTA
There was once a man who had two wives. Each of his wives bore him a son. Unfortunately, one of the wives died and so one of the sons lost his mother. The son whose mother was alive was called Jaja Mongera. It happened that the father loved his motherless son more than he loved Jaja. Naturally Jaja’s mother was unhappy about such open favouritism and complained bitterly about it. For instance, she wondered why her husband took Jaja with him to the bush to trap Chinsara moguta (a. kind of wild animal) and why he never took the motherless son with him on such dangerous expeditions. . . . . .. Usually, what happened was that the father set his trap in the bush, then left for home, leaving Jaja to keep watch over it. If a. Chinsara moguta was caught, then Jaja would take it, kill it, and carry it home. One day, it happened that a big fat Chinsara moguta was caught by the trap which Jaja’s father had set and had left him to watch.When Jaja. raised his matchet to kill the Chinsara Moguta. he cried and begged him to set him free. “Please, please, do me a favour, untrap me and let me go I too will one day come to your rescue” Jaja was quiet for a while, lost in deep thought. “ All right”, Jaja finally said with a sigh. He freed the animal, “ you can go”. Then Jaja collected his things and carried them home. At home, he reported to his father that the trap caught nothing. But somehow his father being very shrewd man, learnt the truth, and was displeased with his son’s deceit. So he sat very quietly and never said a word, only gnashing his teeth and throwing ugly glances at Jaja and his mother. Early the following morning, he told Jaja to make the usual things they often took to the bush for trapping animals. But in addition to these, the father also took materials that are used to constructing a house. The two went up to a place where they usually trapped Chinsara moguta. The father got busy. He cut poles and grass and began to built a small hut. While the father stayed outside, Jaja assisted him from inside the hut, the two built a fine small hut. But it was an usual one. In that it had neither a window nor a door. It puzzled the young man. He’d never seen such a hut before. “ Father , how shall I get out and how will you get in here? Jaja asked in good faith. “ Don’t worry”, the father replied, “ I’ll cut and remove a portion of the wall to make an entrance.” Jaja kept quiet and waited. Inside the hut was dark and damp. Soon it was all quiet outside. Jaja became alarmed and called his father, but there was no response. It was all very still and deathly quite. Jaja realized that his father had gone away and abandoned him in the bush that was full of wild animals. He was being punished for having freed a Chinsara moguta. The young man called, wept and cried, but all in vain. Only the echo of the jungle replied. Fear and despondency gripped him when he realized that at night, one of the wild animals could destroy the little hut and devour him. At home, his mother wept and grieved for him. The father had reported that the young man had been killed by one of the wild animals. The woman raised the alarm and announced the death of her son to the people. Bitter enemity and hatred that had, for years smouldered between the couple regarding the husband’s treatment of her son, now flared up and became like a destructive forest fire. In time, Jaja was mourned and forgotten, except for his mother who never forgave he husband for having killed her son. Anyway, what happened was that after Jaja ‘s father went away and left him alone in the little hut wild animal attempted to destroy the hut, but they all failed. Lastly , the Chinsara moguta that Jaja had helped to escape came along and asked, singing: “ is this a patch of bush? Or is there a human being in there? X2 On hearing the song, Jaja replied in a song, singing: “ I am not a patch of bush But a human being (x3) My father sent me to kill the Chinsara moguta That was caught in his trap, but I let him escape” When the Chinsara moguta heard Jaja’s song, he remembered what he had told Jaja. So he destroyed the hut and freed him. Then he led him to a hill somewhere. “Lie ‘-down and keep still,” the Chinsara moguta told Jaja. “When you hear lots of noises made by chicken, goats, sheep and cattle, don’t open your eyes. Just keep them tightly closed. But. when you hear children’s voices calling, “Father, Father, Father, open your eyes and get up.” Jaja Mongera obeyed the Chinsara moguta’s directives even though he was afraid. Soon he heard the noises made by all the domestic animals. But he didn’t.-. open hiseyes, he kept them closed. Then he heard the sound and voices of many chicken who called out, “Father, Father, Father”, and he opened his eyes. Jaja .felt mesmerized. The hill was full of cattle, sheep, goats, chicken and children, plus all the other amenities which man needs in life. Jaja took everything including the mothers of those children and built a large home. Chinsara moguta disappeared and Jaja was now a rich man. Soon people began to go to Jaja Monge-ra’s home for milk and other foodstuffs which they didn’t have. Rumours about his riches reached far and wide in Kisii land. His mother too heard about the rich man called Jaja Mongera and became curious - could the man be her lost son ? One day she set out to go herself and find out the truth. She went to buy milk from Jaja’s home. The woman looked at Jaja and found that he closely resembled her son who was supposed to have died. “You look so much like my son who got killed by wild animals years ago when he went hunting with his father” Oh,” Jaja remembered, “It is strange the way human beings sometimes look so much alike, even though they may not be related”. “Life is indeed complicated”, the mother replied But in your case I am truly overwhelmed because even your names are the same. He too, was called Jaja Mongera”. “Well, that’s interesting,” Jaja said pulling at his beard.- “Tell me more about your son.. How did he get killed, when and where ?“ The mother- proceeded to give detailed account of the circumstances which led to her son’s death -and how the father never brought back even a bloody piece of the young man’s clothes to prove that he had been killed by a wild animal. When she came to the conclusion of her account, Jaja was convinced he was the woman’s lost son; They were very happy and Jaja slaughtered a huge bull and organized an elaborate feast for his mother. He invited all his neighbours to come and meet his mother. - After some days, when the feast was over, Jaja Mongera’s mother returned to her home. She reported to her husband how she had found her son, Jaja Mongera, and that after all; he hadn’t been killed by wild animals. On hearing the news Jaja Mongera’s father also went off to visit his son. However, Jaja hadn’t forgiven his father for the punishment he meted on him because he had freed a Chinsara Moguta. So instead of slaughtering a bull for him, he prepared and cooked a sick dog for the old man, and tipped off his children and his wives not to eat it. On his way back, the father fell sick and died. Now, Jaja Mongera went to his old home and collected his mother and the other children to come and live with him. He left his motherless; brother, who had been the father’s favourite, alone in the old home!. (The Kisii narrative recorded by Isaiah Okiomeri) Read the Oral Narrative below and then answer the questions that follow:
Mola had two wives. The first wife was faithful and had borne him children. The second wife was a fickle woman, greedy and jealous. Now Mola had taken a third wife, who admired him as a great chief. She was so devoted to him that she praised him even while she worked. Whatever she was doing, grinding, pounding, or harvesting, she would praise his name in songs like this one:
Mola my husband is great like my father. Mola my master, a lion in the hills. When he is away, I scan the hill slopes. His strength crushes me like the eagle crushing a buck’s shoulder blade. I am the field for his hoe, the soil waiting for the first rains. I hang like a liana from the mighty branches of a forest-giant. I find shelter in his presence like the velvet monkey in the thick foliage. Of the mahogany tree. I am my Mola’s mola; I fit round his strong arm. I am like the bats hanging from the ceiling of the caves in the rocks. He is the rock that no spear can kill… The second wife was annoyed with these praises for a husband who did not, she felt, give her enough presents. What was worse, the singing pleased her husband so much that he lavished most of his attentions on the third wife. So the second wife decided to sing him a song of her own. Mola, my brother, be silent in the mountain ………… It contained many more lines one could not understand. Mola began to sink into the ground, like a tree in a flood. At last he disappeared altogether, and the earth covered him altogether, and earth covered his head. The first and third wives began to wail loudly. Mola found himself in the land below. He traveled along a path until he came to copse. He decided to build a house there, but as soon as he started cutting a tree, all the trees began to cry for help. So he walked on. Then he came to a forest where he found hundreds of mushrooms. He collected large numbers until he was suddenly surrounded by the king’s soldiers, who accused him of stealing the royal herd. He said: “I was only collecting mushrooms.” He opened his bags and found animals. He emptied his bag and the animals tuned into mushrooms again. He looked at the soldiers but he saw only trees. He went on and met an old woman. She said, “guard my millet field while I am away. But do not try to catch the birds, just chase them by shouting.” She vanished and at once a flock of orange birds descended and began to eat the millet. He burnt his fingers and went away. Behind a bush he met a great lion who told him” “You are trespassing in my kingdom, but if you bring me the fire, I will give you half of my cattle.” Mola went on and found lightning, who was sitting in an old tree. He concluded a pact of friendship with lightning, who gave him a flaming torch. Mola brought the torch to King Lion, who was so pleased that he gave him cows. Suddenly, he heard the voice of his mother crying and complaining: Oh my son, who always worked for me, he used to hoe my fields! Alas for his mother! Who will now harvest my millet for me? I am old and weak!” When Mola heard this he asked permission of the lion to return to his own country, because his old mother urgently needed help with the crops. The lion agreed that this was a valid reason and called his guards to guide Mola to the door. The guards showed him a cave and Mola drove his cattle through the narrow opening. He found himself in the bushes at the foot of the hill not far from his own village. He drove the cows to his own Kraal. There was a great rejoicing in his compound, when the children saw him they raced out to meet him. The hunting dogs yelped around him. The news soon spread; Mola has come back from the underworld a rich man. His mother said: “Chase away that evil woman who bewitched you.” The villagers stoned the second wife. The third wife took her nanga, a stringed instrument and sang: My husband has come back from the land of graves. He lives again like fire in the morning ………………….
The Wise Man and His Sons
A long time ago there was a wise old man who was respected throughout Kenya because of his wisdom. When he grew old and feeble and realized that his days were coming to an end, he called his six sons to his bedside to deliver his will. ‘My dear sons,’ he said, ‘I am growing weak and old, and one of these days am going to die and leave you to take care of my wealth and perpetuate this family. I have great confidence in you, but I want to warn you that unless you live in unity and harmony you could easily get destroyed by your enemies.’ ‘We promise you father,’ they replied, ‘that we shall live in unity, and we shall uphold the respect you gained over the years, and we shall take care of this family and defend our property.’ ‘Once upon a time,’ he began, ‘cows lived in the wilderness like other wild beasts. They grazed in the jungle in large herds and were not afraid of the other animals. But they were constantly attacked by the other strong beasts like lions, leopards, elephants and when the cows realized that they could not live in peace in the jungle, they decided to seek help from men. They all agreed to live under the protection of men except for three stupid sister cows. Their names were Ndune (Red), Nyange (White), and Nguno (hornless). Ndune was as red as ochre and her eyes were fierce and had sparks like fire when she was angry. Her horns were long, sharp, and strong and she could scare any beast. Ndune was loved by her sisters dearly. Nyange had a white coat, as white as snow. She also had fierce horns, but looked more peaceful than Ndune, and was not so much feared, but when she was angry her white fur became whiter, and blinding to other animals. Nguno looked like a clown without horns, and annoyed other animals who regarded her as an abnormal creature of God who should not be attacked. ‘I think you know this story,’ he said ‘Yes,’ they replied, ‘but please continue, father.’ ‘One day lion, who was very clever, decided to divide the three sister cows, kill them one by one, and eat them. Lion had tried to catch them before. But the three cows had fought and killed many beasts. Nyange and Nguno would charge their assailant from back and front while Ndune would come from the side and, with her sharp fierce horns, fierce the enemy’s stomach, tear it open, and kill him instantly. Lion could not kill any of them unless he divided them and attached them separately. ‘So one day the clever lion went and spoke to Ndune. He told her that she was respected in the jungle for her fierce horns and her beautiful red coat. He told her that if she lived apart from her sisters she would never be attacked by anyone. She would be made the duchess of the whole jungle kingdom. Her sisters were very ugly and annoying and that is why the three of them were constantly attacked. Ndune was very much tempted to leave her sisters when she heard what the clever lion told her. Next the lion went to Nyange and praised her beauty. He told her that she was born a peacemaker because of her white coat, and that she should have spent much of her time seeking peace in the jungle. He told her that if she left her fierce and domineering sister Ndune, and also avoid the company of her monstrous and abnormal sister Nguno, then lion would make her the beauty queen of the jungle and find her a good husband there. Nyange was flattered and started to think about the idea of living apart from her sisters. ‘Finally the lion went to see Nguno. He told her that she was the most peaceful cow that ever existed, and that she was highly respected for her elegant hornless head. It was risky on her part to live with her sisters who were constantly attacked by savage beasts because of their fierce horns and their provocative coats. Lion promised to protect Nguno if she deserted her sisters at once. Nguno, who was getting tired of fighting ceaseless battles was happy about this friendly gesture, and at once decided to desert her sisters without pausing to think it over.’ ‘No sooner did she leave her sisters than she was caught by lion and killed. ‘Nyange also slipped away from Ndune the following day and went to look for lion so that she could be made the jungle queen of beauty. She too was caught and killed. Now Ndune was left alone, and she was also caught and killed. That was the fate of the three stupid cows. Had they continued to live together in unity, they would have lived.’ ‘It is a very good story, father,’ said the six sons,’ and it has a great lesson in it. We shall continue to live in unity.’‘ Good, my sons,’ the old man continued, ‘I am very pleased to hear that, and I know that you will not let me down. I have one more example to show you, come closer.’ At this point he showed them six sticks, equal in size. He gave one to each of the sons. ‘Break them in two, please,’ he commanded. The sons broke the sticks at one go. He asked them to break them into smaller bits, and this they did. Then he produced a bundle to his sons, and asked to pass it to one another, to examine it closely and see how it was bound. Then he asked them to break the bundle, and they all tried one after the other. None of them could manage to break the bundle, and he took it back intact. ‘You see, my sons,’ each one of you is like these cows or these sticks,’ he said. ‘If you are not united you will be destroyed like the three cows that were devoured by lion, or like the six sticks you have just destroyed. But if you stay together like this bundle of sticks, you will defeat your enemies, and you will be able to protect your property and sustain this family.’ ‘Yes, father,’ replied his sons, ‘unity is strength and we shall always remain united.’
A girl went to the river to get some water. As she was filling her water container, she saw a young man who came and greeted her.
Then the young man asked her to give him water to drink. When he had drunk the water, he asked her to give him one of her breasts. She thought about it, and asked him, “What do you want my breast for?” He replied, “I want to suck from it.” So she let him suck from her breast; but he removed it, as well as one of her arms, and ate them. She used the other hand and continued to fill the water container. When the water container was full, the young man helped her place it on her back and she went home. He told her not to mention anything about him in connection with the missing breast and arm, or else he would come and kill her. When the girl got home, she put down the water container and went into her bedroom and slept. When those of her family asked her if she was feeling well or not, she replied that she had a fever, and went on sleeping. They give her gruel to eat and asked her to get out of her bed, but she refused to get out. The following morning, they asked her to get up so that she could eat, but again she refused, and so they fed her there. But when people went away, she got up, washed her wounds and dressed them with medicinal herbs. As soon as she heard people coming, she went back to her bed. This went on for several days. One of her brothers decided one day to hide himself nearby, so that he could watch and see exactly what happened when the rest of the family went away to work in the fields. So while she was in the middle of washing and dressing her wound, he appeared and asked her to tell him how and when that had happened. He asked her, “Who cut your breast and arm?” But she was afraid to die and she did not tell him. Her brother insisted on knowing how it had happened. So the girl told him to gather all the other people, relatives and neighbours, before she told him. He did so. They all came together and fenced all around the home, and the men arrayed themselves ready to fight if need be. The girl came out and sat in their midst. They asked when she had fallen ill, and her parents said when. They then asked her how it had happened and she explained exactly how she has lost her breast and arm. As soon as she finished relating her story, she heard: Beautiful girl, beautiful girl, Why do you expose me? She answered, You open, you open And leave alone all but one, My handsome brother is he Who caused me to mention you She realized that the young man was an iimu, and he was now coming from the river to eat her. All the men started shooting their arrows at the iimu, but the iimu came nearer and nearer, and the men shot more and more arrows until the arrows were flying about like locusts. The iimu came to the wooden stockade and started removing it so that he could read the girl, and the people continued to shower their arrows on him. He started eating up some of the men, women and children whom he found on the way, and finally reached the girl. He seized her and swallowed her, but he then fell down dying, because of the many arrow shots he had received. As he was dying, he called out to the few surviving men and said “Cut off my two little fingers and toes, and shave all my hair. Then burn them and grind them into a powder, and you see all your friends and relatives come to life again.” The iimu died, and the people did as they had been hidden. Suddenly they saw all their dead friends and kinsmen come to life again, and they were all greatly amazed. They were all living people together again. The girl also came back to life, with her breast and hand restored to her. (Adapted from Akamba stories by J. Mbiti)
Elephant learns some manners
One day elephant came across Squirrel on the path to the river. The proud and lordly Elephant swept Squirrel off the path with his trunk, rumbling, ‘Out of my way, you of no importance and tiny size.” Squirrel was most offended, as he had every right to be. Stamping his little feet in a rage, he decided that he was going to try and teach elephant some manners. “Ho!” shouted Squirrel indignantly, “you may be very tall and you may be very proud and I bet you think you’re the greatest animal on earth, but you’re much mistaken!” Elephant looked round in surprise. “I am not mistaken Squirrel,” he rumbled, “I am the greatest, and everyone knows it.” “Let me tell you something Elephant,” said Squirrel chittering angrily and flicking his tail, “I may be small, but I can eat ten times as much as you! I challenge you to an eating contest - and I bet you that I, Squirrel, can eat more palm nuts, and for a longer time, than you, high and mighty Elephant!” Elephant roared with laughter. He was so amused in fact that he accepted the tiny creature’s challenge. Besides, he was rather fond of palm nuts. So both animals collected a huge pile of palm nuts and agreed to start the contest the very next morning at first light. Elephant could hardly wait. He even skipped his evening meal of acacia pods so as to be truly empty for the morning. He intended to put Squirrel firmly in his place once and for all. The next day dawned fine and sunny as often does in Africa and the two contestants started to eat. Elephant muched steadily through his pile, with a fine appetite. Squirrel, nibbling away furiously, was soon full to bursting. Quietly, he skipped away, sending a cousin who was hiding nearby to take his place. Elephant was so absorbed in his greedy task that he didn’t even notice. Brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts - one hungry squirrel after another took a turn at the pile of palm nuts. Eventually at midday Elephant looked up. “Well, Squirrel, have you had enough yet? He asked, surprised to see his small adversary still busily eating. Not only was he still eating, but his pile of palm nuts was disappearing almost as fast as Elephant’s own. “Not yet!” mumbled Squirrel, his mouth full, “and you?” “Never!” replied Elephant scornfully. And he started to eat a little faster. By the time the sun was setting, Elephant was so full he could hardly stand. He looked over to where Squirrel (the original squirrel, who had come back after a day of sleeping in a nearby tree), was still eating more palm nuts. Elephant groaned. “Truly you are amazing, Squirrel,” he said. “I cannot go on and I’m forced to admit that you have won the contest.” And he lifted his trunk in salute. Squirrel, hopping with delight, thanked Elephant and told him not to be so proud in future. And from that day to this, Elephant has always shown great respect for Squirrel. (When Hippo was Hairy and Other Tales from Africa, Lutterworth Press, 1990) Read the following narrative and answer the questions that follow.
The Black and the Red God
Once there were two gods, the black god and the red god. The black god was very humble, kind and loving, while the red god was malevolent and did not care about the people at all. These gods lived together away up in heaven but the black god lived below the red god, therefore closer to the people on the earth. One day, famine spread allover the world. Cattle could find neither grass to eat nor water to drink and they were almost dying of starvation. Then the black god spoke to the red god and said, “ Let us give people water for they are about to starve to death.” The red god was reluctant to let the people have water, for he hard no liking for them, but after much pleading from the black god, he relented. It was then agreed that water was to be released from heaven to earth. When this was done, it rained very hard or many days. After sometimes, the red god said to the black god.” You can now hold back the water, for the people have had enough.” The black god answered; “ let us leave it for a few more days for the earth has been parched dry”. This was done, and when the red god again told the black god to hold back the water, he did so and the rain stopped falling. A few more days elapsed and the black god now asked the red god to release some more water for the people. The red god refused; and there ensued an argument between them, with the red god threatening to wipe out all the people, whom he described as having been spoilt, and the black god struggling to prevent him from doing so. And so, upto this day, when one hears loud thunder, it is the red god tying to get past the black god to wipe out the people of the earth. But when the sound of thunder is not very loud ,it is the black god who is trying to prevent the red god from killing the people. Kipsigis Story
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