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The Adventures of Ajale and His Friends is a book that is centred on the life of a ten-year-old boy named Ajale and his three friends, Menyinge, Meniake and Wangtuge. It explores how the boys under the leadership of Ajale navigate life in their small remote village in the central part of Africa. Driven by Ajale's curiosity and investigative instincts, the boys are determined to go the extra mile to unravel mysteries that beset their village which at times led them into dangerous situations. This includes solving the problem of theft in their village, rescuing Ajale's cousin, Bahki, from an arranged marriage, and saving the Ewang dance group from a sabotage attack. This book provides a captivating and thrilling insight into the lives of the four boys.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	08 janvier 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528963879
Langue	English

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T he A dventures o f A jale a nd H is F riends
Duone Ekane
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-01-08
The Adventures of Ajale and His Friends The Adventures of Ajale and His Friends The Fruit Paradise The Boys Ajale and His Friends Rescue the Ewang Dance Group: The Bakoss Festival The Day Before the Festival Festival Day Basso Boys Versus Nkack Boys The Attack The Confrontation The Goat Thieves The Unexpected Visits The Marriage Arrangement
Duone Ekane was born in Buea, in the southwest region of Cameroon. She hails from the Bakossi tribe, which is a Bantu-speaking tribe. The story, The Adventures of Ajale and His Friends , was inspired by her nephews and nieces.
This book is dedicated to my nephews and nieces, and to the lovely memory of my late uncle, Mr Wang Metuge.
Copyright © Duone Ekane (2021)
The right of Duone Ekane to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528922685 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528963879 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2021)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
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I want to thank my parents for their love and support.
The Fruit Paradise
In a little village called Basso in the central part of Africa, lived a ten-year-old boy named Ajale with his family. Ajale’s father was a hunter and palm wine tapper while his mother was a trader. He had a younger sister who was eight years old called Epote and a three-year-old brother named Nguine. Ajale was a little boy who loved adventure and spending time with his friends and family. It was a fine sunny Saturday morning, the time was 7 o’clock and Ajale was still sleeping. It is Saturday , he thought. I am not going to school today so I need to rest.
As he was thinking to himself, he heard his mother calling his name.
“Ajale! Ajale are you still sleeping? Get up it is 7 o’clock, your friends are already up!” said his mother.
Ajale opened one of his eyes, as he heard his mother yelling his name, and the crows of the cock outside. He rose from the bed, yawning and stretching out his arms.
“It is going to be a lovely day,” he said.
He got down from his bed, took his toothbrush and went out to brush his teeth. He met his mother in the doorway and greeted her.
“Mama, good morning,” he said.
His mother replied, “Good morning, my son, how did you sleep?”
Ajale replied that he slept well. Then his mother said, “Ajale, do not forget you have to go and fetch some firewood from the bush which I would use in preparing food when I am back from the market.”
Ajale’s mother usually goes to the market to sell foodstuffs mostly vegetables every Saturday since it was the local market day. After brushing his teeth and bathing, Ajale met his mother in front of the kitchen door.
He said, “Mama, I am hungry, is there something for me to eat?”
His mother replied, “There is porridge cocoyam that was left last night, you can eat it.”
Ajale went into the kitchen, got a plate and dished out some of the porridge that was in the pot and started eating. As he was eating, he could hear the voice of his friend Wangtuge greeting his mother.
“Mama, good morning,” said Wangtuge.
Ajale’s mother answered, “Good morning my son. How is your mother?”
Wangtuge replied, “She is fine.”
“Has she gone to the market already?” asked Ajale’s mother.
Wangtuge replied, “No, not yet.”
Wangtuge asked if Ajale was around, to which Ajale’s mother responded, “Yes, he is in the kitchen.” Wangtuge then walked to the kitchen to meet Ajale.
“Hey Ajale! You are already eating,” Wangtuge remarked.
Ajale said, “Yes, oh I am eating some sweet porridge cocoyam, come and join me.”
Wangtuge looked for some water to wash his hands, after which he joined Ajale.
“So Ajale, what are you going to do today?” asked Wangtuge.
Ajale informed him that his mother has asked him to fetch firewood in the nearby bush. He was going to go there after he had finished eating and sweeping around the compound. As they were eating, Ajale saw some small slices of dried bush meat covered in a plate; he then thought to ask his mother who had the meat. As he was asking, his younger sister came running into the kitchen.
“Ajale do not touch my meat, you ate yours yesterday!” shouted Epote.
Ajale asked, “Can I just take one piece?”
Epote retorted, “No, do not!”
Epote ran out of the kitchen to inform their mother that Ajale wanted to eat her meat. Ajale’s mother then shouted, “Ajale, do not eat your sister’s meat, you have already eaten yours!”
At that moment, Ajale and Wangtuge had finished eating the porridge cocoyam; they went out of the kitchen to wash the plate. Ajale took a broom and started sweeping. While he was sweeping and talking with Wangtuge, they heard Wangtuge’s mother calling for him. As he was leaving, he told Ajale to call him when he was ready to go and fetch the firewood. While Ajale was still sweeping, his mother had packed her foodstuff, which she was going to sell in the market in a basket. She called Epote and Nguine to come, because they were going with her to the market. As they were leaving she reminded Ajale not to forget to fetch the firewood.
“Ajale, I am going to the market with Epote and Nguine, make sure that you fetch the firewood before I come back from the market!” she said.
Ajale replied, “Yes, Mama, I will.”
His mother continued, “Make sure you do it, because I know you. Soon you will run to God knows where. Before you leave, make sure you close the doors.” She then said, “Nguine and Epote come let’s go.”
After they left, Ajale continued sweeping. When he was through, he went to keep the broom in the kitchen and got his machete. He put on his shoes and closed the door of the house. On his way, he stopped by Wangtuge’s house.
He called him, “Wangtuge come let’s go!”
“Wait let me get my machete,” replied Wangtuge.
Wangtuge came out of the house and they set on their way to the bush to fetch firewood. As they were walking, they met Menyinge and Meniake. They were Ajale’s friends; they attended the same school and were in the same class as him.
“Ajale where are you people going to with those machetes?” asked Menyinge.
“We are going to the bush to fetch firewood for my mother,” replied Ajale.
Menyinge continued, “We were on our way to your place. I thought we had planned that we will be going to Mr. Manga’s farm today to harvest some fruits.”
Ajale and Wangtuge looked at each other surprisingly.
Ajale replied, “Oh yes! How could I have forgotten? What am I going to do now?” He thought to himself and said, “My mother has asked me to fetch some firewood. Hmm let’s see. We can go to the farm and on our way back, we can go to the bush and fetch the firewood. I think I will be able to make it before my mother comes back from the market.”
The four boys changed their direction and started heading towards the direction where Mr. Manga’s farm was located. Mr. Manga’s farm was known to have many fruits amongst which were: guavas, mangoes, berries, grapes and oranges. After walking for about 5 minutes, they met three girls named: Ndolo, Ebude and Mesode. The girls asked them where they were going to. Ajale did not want to tell them, but before he could say anything, Meniake had already told them that they were going to Mr. Manga’s farm to harvest some fruits.
Ebude said, “You people must be crazy, if that man catches you, you are dead! Ah, have you people not heard that the man is very wicked?!”
Ajale replied, “He is not going to catch us, let’s go.”
Ajale then turned to Meniake and said, “Why did you tell them where we were going to? You know those girls like to talk especially Ndolo.”
Wangtuge interjected, “Forget about them, let’s go.”
They kept on walking. They were talking, joking and laughing. After having walked for about 20 minutes, they came to the farm. They had to walk through the grasses and trees to get to where the fruits were. Upon arrival, Ajale and the boys jumped in jubilation as they saw the different fruit trees.
Ajale exclaimed, “Wow this place looks like paradise!”
Menyinge added, “Paradise indeed!” with a big grin on his face.
Ajale told Meniake to stay on the watch while they climbed the trees to pluck the fruits. Meniake was going to catch the fruits and inform them if he saw anybody coming. While on top of the trees, the boys were eating the fruits and throwing some down to Meniake. While they were busy plucking and eating the fruits, Mr. Manga was on his way with his two dogs to his farm. From afar, Meniake thought he heard a dog barking but he did not take it seriously. As the sound was getting a bit closer, he decided to inform the other boys.
“Boys, I think I can hear the sound of dogs!” said Meniake.
Ajale curiously asked, “Are you sure?”
Meniake responded, “Yes.” Menyinge whispered, “Ssh, wait let me listen. Yes, I can hear it too.”
Wangtuge looked towards the direction the sound was coming from and yelled, “Boys, we are in trouble! I think I can see a man with two dogs coming. Quickly let’s get down and run.”
As they were hurriedly trying to get down from the trees, the dog barks were getting closer and closer. While t