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The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition Free download ´ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook Summary The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition I was in trouble He became very seriousOh yes we were just in time he said then started laughing so hard his chair began to sueak William who knows what was in store for you My fear of wizards and magic only grew worse whenever Grandpa told stories If you saw my grandpa you might think he was a kind of wizard himself He was so old that he couldnt remember the year hed been born So cracked and wrinkled that his hands and feet looked as if they were chiseled from stone And his clothes Grandpa insisted on wearing the same tattered coat and trousers every day Whenever he emerged from the forest puffing on his hand rolled cigar youd think one of the trees had grown legs and started walkingIt was Grandpa who told me the greatest story about magic Id ever heard Long ago before the giant maize and tobacco farms came along and cleared away our great forests when a person could lose track of the sun inside the trees the land was rich with antelope zebra and wildebeestalso lions hippos and leopards Grandpa was a famous hunter so good with his bow and arrow that it became his duty to protect his village and provide its meatOne day while Grandpa was out hunting he came across a man whod been killed by a poisonous pit viper He alerted the nearest village and soon after they returned with their witch doctorThe singanga took one look at the dead man then reached into his bag and tossed some medicines into the trees Seconds later the earth began to move as hundreds of vipers slithered out of the shadows and gathered around the corpse hypnotized by the spell The wizard then stood on the dead mans chest and drank a cup of potion which seemed to flow through his feet and into the lifeless body Then to Grandpas amazement the dead mans fingers began to move and he sat up Together he and the wizard inspected the fangs of each snake looking for the one that had bitten himBelieve it Grandpa told me I saw this with my own eyesI certainly believed it along with every other story about witches and things unexplained Whenever I went down the dark trails alone my imagination spun wildWhat scared me most were the Gule Wamkulu the magical dancers that lived in the murky shadows of the forest They sometimes appeared in the daylight performing in tribal ceremonies when we Chewa boys became men They were not real people we were told but spirits of our dead ancestors sent to roam the earth Their appearance was ghastly Each had the face and skin of animals and some walked on stilts to appear taller Once I saw one scurry backward up a pole like a spider And when they danced it was as if one thousand men were inside their bodies each moving in the opposite directionWhen the Gule Wamkulu werent performing they traveled the forests and dambos looking for young boys to take back to the graveyards What happened to you there I never wanted to know Whenever I saw one even at a ceremony I dropped everything and ran Once when I was very young a magic dancer suddenly appeared in our courtyard His head was wrapped in a flour sack but underneath was the long nose of an elephant and a gaping hole for a mouth My mother and father were in the fields so my sisters and I ran for the bush where we watched the dancer snatch our favorite chickenUnlike the Gule Wamkulu or singanga in the market most witches and wizards never revealed their identity In the places where they practiced their magic mystery abounded like strange weather In the nearby town of Ntchisi men with bald heads standing as tall as trees walked the roads at night Ghost trucks traveled back and forth approaching fast with their headlights flashing and engines revving loud Yet when the lights finally passed there was no truck attached In one of the neighboring villages I heard about a man whod been shrunk so small by a wizard that his wife kept him in a Coke bottleIn addition to casting spells for curses the singanga often battled one another At night they piled aboard their planes and prowled the skies looking for children to kidnap as soldiers The witch planes could be anything a wooden bowl a broom a simple hat And each was capable of traveling great distancesMalawi to New York for examplein a single minute Children were used as guinea pigs and sent to test the powers of rival wizards Other nights theyd visit camps of other witch children for games of mystical soccer where the balls were human heads stolen from people as they sleptLying in bed at night I would become so frightened thinking about these things that Id cry out for my fatherPapa Id shout summoning him to my door I cant sleep Im afraidMy father had no place for magic in his life To me this made him seem even stronger As a devout Presbyterian he believed that Godnot jujuwas his best protectionRespect the wizards he would tell me straightening my bedcovers But remember William with God on your side they have no power against youI trusted my father but as I got older I began to wonder how his explanation accounted for Chuck Norris Terminator and Rambowho arrived at the Wimbe trading center one summer and caused all kinds of ruckusThese men appeared in action movies that played in the local video showwhich was really just a mud hut with benches a television and a VCR At night wonderful and mysterious things happened there but since I wasnt allowed out after dark I never saw any of them Instead I had to hear stories the next morning from friends whose parents werent so strictLast night I watched the best of all movies said my friend Peter Rambo jumped from the top of the mountain and was still firing his gun when he landed at the bottom Everyone in front of him died and the entire mountain exploded He pretended to clutch a machine gun and fire in all directionsWhen will they start showing these films during the day I said I never get to see anythingThe night The Terminator came to the video show it was simply shocking When Peter found me the next morning he was still in a stateWilliam I just dont understand this movie This man was shot left right and center and yet he still managed to live Im telling you this Terminator must be the greatest wizard everIt sounded fantastic Do you think the Americans have such magic I asked I dont believe itThis is what I saw Peter said Im telling you its trueAlthough years would pass before I saw any of these films they began influencing our games at home One was a shooting game that I played with my cousin Geoffrey using toy guns we made from a mpoloni bush Finding a straight branch we removed its core like taking out the insides of a ballpoint pen and used it as a ramrod to fire paper spitballsI was the captain of one team and Geoffrey was the captain of the other Along with our cousins we formed suads and hunted one another between the houses in our villageYou go left and Ill go right I instructed my soldiers one afternoon then crawled on hands and knees through the red dirt My poor mother was constantly scrubbing our clothesRight away I spotted Geoffreys trousers from around the corner of the house Slowly without spooking the chickens I snuck up behind for an easy ambush TongaI shouted then jammed the ramrod sending a shower of slime into his faceHe clutched his heart and fell to the ground Eh mayo ine he gasped You got meWe were a solid gang of three me Geoffrey and our friend Gilbert Gilberts father was the chief of our whole Wimbe district a man whom everyone called Chief Wimbe even though his real name was Albert When Geoffrey and I got bored with playing our games in the courtyard we often headed to GilbertsLets see how many chickens we can count I said taking off down the pathGoing over to Gilberts house was always fun since the chiefs work was never finished As usual we found a long line of truck drivers farmers traders and market women all waiting to voice their concerns As we suspected many of them carried a chicken under their arma gift for their chiefI counted ten Geoffrey whispered Yah I said Must be lots of problems todayThe chiefs messenger and bodyguard Mister Ngwata stood at the door in his short pants and army boots dressed as a police officer It was Mister Ngwatas job to protect the chief and filter all of his visitors He was also the chicken collectorCome come he said and motioned us insideThe chief sat on the sofa in the living room dressed in a crisp shirt and nice trousers Chiefs usually dressed like business people never in feathers and animal skins Thats in the movies Another thing about Chief Wimbe was that he loved his cat which was black and white but had no name In Malawi only dogs are given names I dont know whyWe found Gilbert in his room singing to the radio Gilbert had the most beautiful voice and dreamed of becoming a famous singer My voice sounded like one of the guinea fowl that screeched in our trees as it pooped but I never let that stop me from singingGilbert boBo Sharp Sharp That was our slang we used every time we saw one another The word bo was short for bonjour started by some chaps who were learning French in school and wanting to show off It means hello in that language I dont know where sharp came from but it was like saying Are you cool If we were feeling really good we went a bit further Sure Sure Fit FitEhhhhLets go to the trading center I said I bet theres a mountain of treasure outside OfesiOfesi Boozing Centre was the local bar in Wimbe Its most popular drink was Shake Shake a kind of beer made from corn that was sold in cardboard cartons I wasnt allowed inside Ofesi but Im guessing they didnt have a garbage can because every night the men tossed their empty cartons into the road Gilbert Geoffrey and I liked to collect them After we washed the cartons out with water they made the perfect toy trucksEven though we lived in a small village in Africa we did many of the same things kids do all over the world we just used different materials After talking with friends I met in America I know this is true Children ever.

Summary The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition

The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition Free download ´ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook Summary The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition Ywhere have similar ways of playing with one another And if you look at it this way the world isnt such a big placeMy friends and I loved trucks It didnt matter what kind We loved the four ton dump trucks that rumbled out of the big farms kicking up dust We loved the small pickups that took passengers from Wimbe to Kasungu the nearest city We loved them all and each week wed compete to see who could build the best one I know that in America you can buy toy trucks already assembled in a store In Malawi we built ours from Shake Shake cartons and pieces of wire To us they were just as beautifulThe axles were sections of wire we bought by picking mangoes And for the wheels we used bottle caps Even better were the plastic caps from our mothers containers of cooking oil which lasted much longer And if we took our fathers razor blades we could cut designs in the wheels to give each truck its own uniue treading That way the tracks in the dirt told us if the truck belonged to Kamkwamba Toyota for instance or to Gilbert Company LTDWe also built our own monster wagons called chigiriri that looked like American go carts We made the frames from thick tree branches careful to find ones with giant knots or a fork that could be used as a seat We then dug up large tuber roots called kaumbu that looked like mutant sweet potatoes and shaped them into wheels The axles were poles carved from a blue gum treeAfter everything was assembled we tied it all together with vines and hoped it didnt fall apart To make the car move one person pulled with a long rope while the driver steered with his feet With two cars side by side we held derbies through the trading centerLets race For sure Last one to reach the barber shop will go blind GO After the race if we had some money in our pockets wed stop by Mister Bandas shop for a cold bottle of Fanta and some Dandy Sweets Mister Banda ran the Malawian version of a convenience store On his shelves were packages of margarine and powdered milk since most people didnt have refrigerators at home to keep milk cold He also sold aspirin cough drops lotions bars of Lifebuoy soap and on the very bottom shelfDrews liver salts I have no idea what liver salts were used for but Im certain they tasted rottenWhenever we entered Mister Banda greeted us in our usual Malawian custom Muli bwanji he said How are youNdiri bwino Kaya inu we answered Im fine How bout youNdiri bwino Zikomo Im fine Thanks for askingAfter that it wasof the same stuff You boys keeping out of troubleYahHelping your mother and father at homeYahWell give them my greetingsFor sureIf we were really hungry we combined our money and headed to the kanyenya stand which was like a Malawian fast food restaurant It was really just a vat of boiling grease over a fire but the fried goat meat and potatoes they served were heavenlyThe man tending the fire would grunt and say How much and we would answer Five kwacha or however much money we had Five kwacha was less than one American dollar The man then turned around and cut a few chunks of meat from a goat hanging from a rail He dropped the meat into the boiling oil followed by a handful of sliced potatoes When everything floated to the top he served it on a wooden counter along with a pile of salt for dippingYour mother is a good cook Gilbert told me once But not as good as this YahMy parents wanted me home before dark but that was my favorite time of day anyway It was when my father and Uncle JohnGeoffreys fatherfinished their work in the maize fields and came home for supper In the kitchen my older sister Annie helped my mother prepare the food Since we had no electricity we still cooked everything over a fire As Annie fed sticks into the flames my mother stirred a pot of something delicious letting the smells escape into the courtyard Since I was a growing boy it was hard for me to waiteven if Id just eaten kanyenya in the trading center With my stomach growling Id stand in the doorway beggingJust a fewminutes my mother would say By the time you wash your hands and face it will be readyUsually before supper my cousins gathered in the courtyard and played soccer Since we had no money for a real ball we made our own using plastic shopping bags that we called jumbos wadded together and tied with rope They didnt have the same kind of bounce as a real soccer ball but they still allowed us to play All across Africa children use the same jumbo ballsIf it was the rainy season when the mangoes were ripe we filled our pails from the neighbors trees and ate them for dessert We bit into the juicy fruit and let the sweet syrup run down our fingers If there wasnt any moonlight for playing soccer my father gathered all the childrencousins and allin the living room lit a kerosene lamp and told us folktalesBe still and hush up he would say Now have I told you the story about the leopard and the lion Tell it again Papa Sometimes my father forgot the stories and made up new ones as he went along creating new characters and outrageous endings And while we loved hearing these tales the truth was that real life was sometimes difficult to distinguish from fantasyDuring the times of year when we planted and harvested our maize two jobs that reuired lots of work my father and Uncle John hired someone to help them The most famous of these workers was Mister Phiri a man of incredible power In fact whenever John and my father needed to clear a new field for planting they didnt even bother with tractors Instead they sent Phiri who yanked entire trees out of the ground as if they were weedsEveryone knew that Phiris secret was mangolomera a kind of magic that delivered superhuman strength Only the strongest wizards in Malawi could give you this potion which came in a paste made from the bones of leopards and lions To get the strength the wizard cut your skin with special razor blades and rubbed the medicine into your blood Once part of you it never left In fact the magic only became stronger with time Only the toughest men like Phiri could live with it inside themPhiri was so strong that no person or animal could beat him Once while working in the fields a deadly black mamba slithered over his foot and prepared to strike But Phiri wasnt afraid He reached down and whipped the mamba with a blade of grass leaving it paralyzed Then he grabbed it by the head and tossed it all the way to Mozambiue People said he carried another mamba in his pocket for good luck and that snake was too afraid to bite himBy the time I was eight or nine years old the thought of mangolomera seemedandattractive You see I was very small and this led to constant trouble with bullies at school The worst was named Limbikani who was tall and muscular and had older brothers at home which made him evenruthlessFor some reason Limbikani liked to pick on me and Gilbert One day on our way to school he waited for us on the road and jumped out from a grove of treesOh look its William and his friend Little Chief WimbeLeave us alone I shouted but my voice cracked and gave me awayLimbikani put his chest in Gilberts faceWheres the big chief monkey boy Looks like hes not here to protect youHe grabbed the backs of our shirts and dangled us in the air like two sad puppies Then he stole our lunch This happened again and againNot only did my size leave me defenseless against bullies it also haunted me on the soccer field I loved soccerthan anything and each week Id glue myself to Radio One for Malawi Super League action My favorite team was the Nomads whose star player was Bob The Savior Mpinganjira The Savior got his nickname one Christmas Eve when he saved us from defeat against Big Bullets and I cant tell you how much I hated Big BulletsDespite my size I longed to be a player as worthy as my heroes Whenever all of us boys gathered for practice and drills I was some kind of starin my own mindOh how I would shinezigzagging between defenders and firing the ball at missile speedThen one day I was displaying my various skills when Geoffrey and some others called out to me Hey Kayira give us the ball Kayira as in Peter KayiraDespite my love for the Nomads my greatest hero in all the universe was indeed Peter Kayirathe best player for the Flames our national teamand to me a man even greater than the president To be called Kayira was no small thing I couldnt stop smilingSoon everyone on the practice pitch was calling me Kayira Even when I went to the trading center I was greeted with shouts and praise Hey Kayira I heard you play like a lion But when it was time to pick the teams for competition the captains somehow skipped over me Thinking this was a serious mistake on their part I pointed it out only to be told to sit on the bench How could this be Well I thought the captains are clever fellows Perhaps theyre saving me from injury keeping me as a secret weapon for the finals This made me feel evenspecial But while I sat on the sidelines the other players ran past me and yelled Keep the bench warm Kayira or Kayira well be needing you soon as the bolela A bolela was a ball fetcherAn inspiring story of curiosity and ingenuity Publishers WeeklyThis book will appeal to adults eager to impart an uplifting Third World human interest story but it is also sure to resonate with children who will simply love the curiosity resilience and resourcefulness of this doughty African youth Wall Street JournalA powerful gorgeously illustrated children s picture book The Boston GlobeThis is a dynamic portrait of a young person whose connection to the land concern for his community and drive to solve problems offer an inspiring model School Library JournalZunon illustrates handsomely with contrasting cut paper collage details and broad sere landscapes painted in visibly textured oils KirkusThis picture book in accessible free verse will draw kids who love to construct their own engineering gadgets BooklistCooperative Childrens Book Centers Best of the year list CC.

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The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition Free download ´ PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook Summary The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Young Readers Edition PROLOGUEThe machine was ready After so many months of preparation the work was finally complete The motor and blades were bolted and secured the chain was taut and heavy with grease and the tower stood steady on its legs The muscles in my back and arms had grown as hard as green fruit from all the pulling and lifting And although Id barely slept the night before Id never felt so awake My invention was complete It appeared exactly as Id seen it in my dreamsNews of my work had spread far and wide and now people began to arrive The traders in the market had watched it rise from a distance and theyd closed up their shops while the truck drivers left their vehicles on the road Theyd crossed the valley toward my home and now they gathered under the machine looking up in wonder I recognized their faces These same men had teased me from the beginning and still they whispered even laughed Let them I thought It was timeI pulled myself onto the towers first rung and began to climb The soft wood groaned under my weight as I reached the top where I stood level with my creation Its steel bones were welded and bent and its plastic arms were blackened from fireI admired its other pieces the bottle cap washers rusted tractor parts and the old bicycle frame Each one told its own story of discovery Each piece had been lost and then found in a time of fear and hunger and pain Together now we were all being rebornIn one hand I clutched a small reed that held a tiny lightbulb I now connected it to a pair of wires that dangled from the machine then prepared for the final step Down below the crowd cackled like hensuiet everyone someone said Lets see how crazy this boy really isJust then a strong gust of wind whistled through the rungs and pushed me into the tower Reaching over I unlocked the machines spinning wheel and watched it begin to turn Slowly at first then faster and faster until the whole tower rocked back and forth My knees turned to jelly but I held onI pleaded in silenceDont let me downThen I gripped the reed and wires and waited for the miracle of electricity Finally it came a tiny flicker in my palm and then a magnificent glow The crowd gasped and the children pushed for a better lookIts true someone saidYes said another The boy has done it He has made electric wind CHAPTER ONEMy name is William Kamkwamba and to understand the story Im about to tell you must first understand the country that raised me Malawi is a tiny nation in southeastern Africa On a map it appears like a flatworm burrowing its way through Zambia Mozambiue and Tanzania looking for a little room Malawi is often called The Warm Heart of Africa which says nothing about its location but everything about the people who call it home The Kamkwambas hail from the center of the country from a tiny village called Masitala located on the outskirts of the town of WimbeYou might be wondering what an African village looks like Well ours consists of about ten houses each one made of mud bricks and painted white For most of my life our roofs were made from long grasses that we picked near the swamps or dambos in our Chichewa language The grasses kept us cool in the hot months but during the cold nights of winter the frost crept into our bones and we slept under an extra pile of blanketsEvery house in Masitala belongs to my large extended family of aunts and uncles and cousins In our house there was me my mother and father and my six sisters along with some goats and guinea fowl and a few chickensWhen people hear Im the only boy among six girls they often say Eh bambowhich is like saying Hey manso sorry for you And its true The downside to having only sisters is that I often got bullied in school since I had no older brothers to protect me And my sisters were always messing with my thingsespecially my tools and inventionsgiving me no privacyWhenever I asked my parents Why do we have so many girls in the first place I always got the same answer Because the baby store was all out of boys But as youll see in this story my sisters are actually pretty great And when you live on a farm you need all of the help you can getMy family grew maize which is another word for white corn In our language we lovingly referred to it as chimanga And growing chimanga reuired all hands Every planting season my sisters and I would wake up before dawn to hoe the weeds dig our careful rows then push the seeds gently into the soft soil When it came time to harvest we were busy againMost families in Malawi are farmers We live our entire lives out in the countryside far away from cities where we can tend our fields and raise our animals Where we live there are no computers or video games very few televisions and for most of my life we didnt have electricityjust oil lamps that spewed smoke and coated our lungs with sootFarmers here have always been poor and not many can afford an education Seeing a doctor is also difficult since most of us dont own cars From the time were born were given a life with very few options Because of this poverty and lack of knowledge Malawians found help wherever we couldMany of us turned to magicwhich is how my story beginsYou see before I discovered the miracles of science I believed that magic ruled the world Not magician magic like pulling rabbits out of hats or sawing ladies in half the sort of thing you see on television It was an invisible kind of magic one that surrounded us like the air we breatheIn Malawi magic came in many formsthe most common being the witch doctor whom we called singanga The wizards were mysterious people Some appeared in public usually in the market on Sundays sitting on blankets spread with bones spices and powders that claimed to cure everything from dandruff to cancer Poor people walked many miles to visit these men since they didnt have money for real doctors This led to problems especially if a person was truly sickTake diarrhea for example Diarrhea is a common ailment in the countryside that comes from drinking dirty water and if left untreated it can lead to dehydration Every year too many children die from something thats easily cured by a regimen of fluids and simple antibiotics But without money or faith in modern medicine the villager takes his chances with the singangas crude diagnosis Oh I know whats wrong the wizard says You have a snailA snail Im almost positive We must remove it at once The wizard goes into his bag of roots powders and bones and pulls out a lightbulbLift up your shirt he saysWithout plugging the bulb into anything he moves it slowly across the persons stomach as if to illuminate something only he can detectThere it is Can you see the snail moving Oh yes I think I can see it Yes there it is The wizard returns to his bag for some magic potion which he splashes across the bellyAll better he asksYes I think the snail is gone I dont feel it movingGood That will be three thousand kwachaFor a little extra money the singanga can cast curses on your enemiesto deliver floods to their fields hyenas to their chicken house or terror and tragedy into their homes This is what happened to me when I was six years oldor at least I thought it didI was playing in front of my house when a group of boys walked past carrying a giant sack They worked for a nearby farmer tending his cows That morning as they were moving the herd from one pasture to another they discovered the sack lying on the road Looking inside they saw that it was filled with bubble gum Can you imagine such a treasure I cant begin to tell you how much I loved bubble gum Now as they walked past one of them spotted me playing in a puddleShould we give some to this boy he askedI didnt move or say a word A bit of mud dripped from my hair Eh why not his friend said He looks kind of patheticThe boy reached into his bag and produced a rainbow of gumballsone of every colorand dropped them into my hands By the time the boys disappeared Id shoved every one into my mouth The sweet juices dribbled down my chin and stained my shirtLittle did I know but the bubble gum belonged to a local trader who stopped by our house the next day He told my father how the bag had dropped from his bicycle as he was leaving the market By the time he circled back to look for it the bag was gone The people in the next village told him about the herd of boys Now he wanted revengeIve gone to see the singanga he told my father And whoever ate that bubble gum will be sorrySuddenly I was terrified Id heard what the singanga could do to a person In addition to delivering death and disease the wizards controlled armies of witches who could kidnap me during the night and shrink me into a worm Id even heard about them turning children into stones leaving them to suffer an eternity in silenceAlready I could feel the singanga watching me plotting his evil With my heart racing I ran into the forest behind my house to try to escape but it was no use I felt the strange warmth of his magic eye shining through the trees He had me At any moment I would emerge from the forest as a beetle or a trembling mouse to be eaten by the hawks Knowing my time was short I hurried home to where my father was plucking a pile of maize and tumbled into his lapIt was me I shouted tears running down my cheeks I ate the stolen gum I dont want to die Papa Please dont let them take meMy father looked at me for a second and shook his head It was you eh he said then kind of smiled Didnt he realize I was in trouble Well he said and his knees popped as he rose from his chair My father was a big man Dont worry William Ill find the trader and explain Im sure we can work something outThat afternoon my father walked five miles to the traders house and told him what had happened And even though Id only eaten a few of the gumballs he paid the man for the entire bag which was nearly all the money we possessed That evening after supper my life having been saved I asked my father if he truly believed.

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