Southern Girlz MAGAZINE
Endorsing Education, the Arts, Spiritual & Moral Behavior Through - THE VILLAGE CURRICULUM
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| Story Teller Literacy Club |
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by Wasumbi Uso
It was turning autumn and the air was getting cooler and the
days shorter. This was twelve-year-old Trey Gibson’s favorite time
of year because he could make $30 a day raking up leaves in the
neighborhood. Trey’s father had told him, “I’m glad you’re making
money son, but make sure you’re in the house by the time the street
lights go out. The police warned all the parents in the neighborhood
about a night stalker goin’ round kidnapping and torturing children.”
One evening Trey defied his father and stayed out way past his
curfew. He and his friends had gotten together to play basketball for
two hours. His parents became alarmed, and they drove around
searching for him when they spotted him in the park. “Boy didn’t we
tell you to be in the house before dark? Anything could have
happened to you. Don’t you understand that?! I ought to whip yo’
behind, but I think I know something that will hurt a whole lot worse.
You can’t rake the neighbors’ yards anymore, and that $400 you’ve
been saving for your scooter is going to the Sunday school fund.”
days shorter. This was twelve-year-old Trey Gibson’s favorite time
of year because he could make $30 a day raking up leaves in the
neighborhood. Trey’s father had told him, “I’m glad you’re making
money son, but make sure you’re in the house by the time the street
lights go out. The police warned all the parents in the neighborhood
about a night stalker goin’ round kidnapping and torturing children.”
One evening Trey defied his father and stayed out way past his
curfew. He and his friends had gotten together to play basketball for
two hours. His parents became alarmed, and they drove around
searching for him when they spotted him in the park. “Boy didn’t we
tell you to be in the house before dark? Anything could have
happened to you. Don’t you understand that?! I ought to whip yo’
behind, but I think I know something that will hurt a whole lot worse.
You can’t rake the neighbors’ yards anymore, and that $400 you’ve
been saving for your scooter is going to the Sunday school fund.”
| "When the Street Lights Come On" |
