Kio ra bloggers welcome to my blog today is the second day of S L J sit back and enjoy.
So I'm going to pretend that I am the president of south Africa, meany meany days ago he was sent to prison and I need to write a dairy and describe what its like, lets get started.
Hello if your reading this my name is Mr Mandela and i'm stuck in prison all I want to do is do the right thing, because different coloured skin should be able to go to the same school play together, dance together. everybody has the right to make friends with different people. I might be in prison for long who know how long i'll be in here for. It's cold, dark and their are bugs everywhere I never new that people where this salty. I am still very great full for the food they give us. People say "when I get out of here i'll get this tattoo" and then the'll draw it on their skin.
Dear dairy:
I hate how cold it is in here it feel's like i'm on the top of Mt Everest with no clothes on.
Never mind all the rich phones and laptops because down here is a nightmare we wait every five hours to eat.
I pray that thing go well out their, I pray that people realise that it dose not matter who your with we are all the same.
Thank you for reading this blog post and blog ya later!
Hi again Genevieve,
ReplyDeleteThank you for completing week two, day two, activity one. Your diary entry of how Nelson Mandela would’ve felt in prison is fantastic - I like how emotive you’ve made it, I really got a sense of how it must’ve been for Nelson Mandela in prison. I also thought it was amazing how there was still some gratitude in there, that’s incredible. He was an amazing man wasn’t he!?
Have a great day and keep up the epic mahi!
Eliza :)