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Magozwe Magozwe @magozwe

Written by Lesley Koyi

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Read by Darshan Soni

Language English

Level Level 5

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In the busy city of Nairobi, far away from a caring life at home, lived a group of homeless boys. They welcomed each day just as it came. On one morning, the boys were packing their mats after sleeping on cold pavements. To chase away the cold they lit a fire with rubbish. Among the group of boys was Magozwe. He was the youngest.

In the busy city of Nairobi, far away from a caring life at home, lived a group of homeless boys. They welcomed each day just as it came. On one morning, the boys were packing their mats after sleeping on cold pavements. To chase away the cold they lit a fire with rubbish. Among the group of boys was Magozwe. He was the youngest.

ˈɪn ˈðə ˈbɪzi ˈsɪti ˈəv ˌnaɪˈɹoʊbi ˈfɑɹ əˈweɪ ˈfɹəm ˈeɪ ˈkɛɹɪŋ ˈɫaɪf ˈæt ˈhoʊm ˈɫaɪvd ˈeɪ ˈɡɹup ˈəv ˈhoʊmɫəs ˈbɔɪz ˈðeɪ ˈwɛɫkəmd ˈitʃ ˈdeɪ ˈdʒəst ˈæz ˈɪt ˈkeɪm ˈɑn ˈwən ˈmɔɹnɪŋ ˈðə ˈbɔɪz ˈwɝ ˈpækɪŋ ˈðɛɹ ˈmæts ˈæftɝ ˈsɫipɪŋ ˈɑn ˈkoʊɫd ˈpeɪvmənts ˈtu ˈtʃeɪs əˈweɪ ˈðə ˈkoʊɫd ˈðeɪ ˈɫɪt ˈeɪ ˈfaɪɝ ˈwɪð ˈɹəbɪʃ əˈməŋ ˈðə ˈɡɹup ˈəv ˈbɔɪz ˈwɑz @magozwe ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈðə ˈjəŋɡəst


When Magozwe’s parents died, he was only five years old. He went to live with his uncle. This man did not care about the child. He did not give Magozwe enough food. He made the boy do a lot of hard work.

When Magozwe's parents died, he was only five years old. He went to live with his uncle. This man did not care about the child. He did not give Magozwe enough food. He made the boy do a lot of hard work.

ˈhwɛn @magozwe's ˈpɛɹənts ˈdaɪd ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈoʊnɫi ˈfaɪv ˈjɪɹz ˈoʊɫd ˈhi ˈwɛnt ˈtu ˈɫaɪv ˈwɪð ˈhɪz ˈəŋkəɫ ˈðɪs ˈmæn ˈdɪd ˈnɑt ˈkɛɹ əˈbaʊt ˈðə ˈtʃaɪɫd ˈhi ˈdɪd ˈnɑt ˈɡɪv @magozwe iˈnəf ˈfud ˈhi ˈmeɪd ˈðə ˈbɔɪ ˈdu ˈeɪ ˈɫɑt ˈəv ˈhɑɹd ˈwɝk


If Magozwe complained or questioned, his uncle beat him. When Magozwe asked if he could go to school, his uncle beat him and said, “You’re too stupid to learn anything.” After three years of this treatment Magozwe ran away from his uncle. He started living on the street.

If Magozwe complained or questioned, his uncle beat him. When Magozwe asked if he could go to school, his uncle beat him and said, "You're too stupid to learn anything." After three years of this treatment Magozwe ran away from his uncle. He started living on the street.

ˈɪf @magozwe kəmˈpɫeɪnd ˈɔɹ ˈkwɛstʃənd ˈhɪz ˈəŋkəɫ ˈbit ˈhɪm ˈhwɛn @magozwe ˈæskt ˈɪf ˈhi ˈkʊd ˈɡoʊ ˈtu ˈskuɫ ˈhɪz ˈəŋkəɫ ˈbit ˈhɪm ˈænd ˈsɛd ˈjuɹ ˈtu ˈstupəd ˈtu ˈɫɝn ˈɛniˌθɪŋ ˈæftɝ ˈθɹi ˈjɪɹz ˈəv ˈðɪs ˈtɹitmənt @magozwe ˈɹæn əˈweɪ ˈfɹəm ˈhɪz ˈəŋkəɫ ˈhi ˈstɑɹtɪd ˈɫɪvɪŋ ˈɑn ˈðə ˈstɹit


Street life was difficult and most of the boys struggled daily just to get food. Sometimes they were arrested, sometimes they were beaten. When they were sick, there was no one to help. The group depended on the little money they got from begging, and from selling plastics and other recycling. Life was even more difficult because of fights with rival groups who wanted control of parts of the city.

Street life was difficult and most of the boys struggled daily just to get food. Sometimes they were arrested, sometimes they were beaten. When they were sick, there was no one to help. The group depended on the little money they got from begging, and from selling plastics and other recycling. Life was even more difficult because of fights with rival groups who wanted control of parts of the city.

ˈstɹit ˈɫaɪf ˈwɑz ˈdɪfəkəɫt ˈænd ˈmoʊs ˈəv ˈðə ˈbɔɪz ˈstɹəɡəɫd ˈdeɪɫi ˈdʒəst ˈtu ˈɡɛt ˈfud ˈsəmˌtaɪmz ˈðeɪ ˈwɝ ɝˈɛstɪd ˈsəmˌtaɪmz ˈðeɪ ˈwɝ ˈbitən ˈhwɛn ˈðeɪ ˈwɝ ˈsɪk ˈðɛɹ ˈwɑz ˈnoʊ ˈwən ˈtu ˈhɛɫp ˈðə ˈɡɹup dɪˈpɛndəd ˈɑn ˈðə ˈɫɪtəɫ ˈməni ˈðeɪ ˈɡɑt ˈfɹəm ˈbɛɡɪŋ ˈænd ˈfɹəm ˈsɛɫɪŋ ˈpɫæstɪks ˈænd ˈəðɝ ɹiˈsaɪkəɫɪŋ ˈɫaɪf ˈwɑz ˈivɪn ˈmɔɹ ˈdɪfəkəɫt bɪˈkɑz ˈəv ˈfaɪts ˈwɪð ˈɹaɪvəɫ ˈɡɹups ˈhu ˈwɔntɪd kənˈtɹoʊɫ ˈəv ˈpɑɹts ˈəv ˈðə ˈsɪti


One day while Magozwe was looking through the dustbins, he found an old tattered storybook. He cleaned the dirt from it and put it in his sack. Every day after that he would take out the book and look at the pictures. He did not know how to read the words.

One day while Magozwe was looking through the dustbins, he found an old tattered storybook. He cleaned the dirt from it and put it in his sack. Every day after that he would take out the book and look at the pictures. He did not know how to read the words.

ˈwən ˈdeɪ ˈhwaɪɫ @magozwe ˈwɑz ˈɫʊkɪŋ ˈθɹu ˈðə @dustbins ˈhi ˈfaʊnd ˈæn ˈoʊɫd ˈtætɝd ˈstɔɹiˌbʊk ˈhi ˈkɫind ˈðə ˈdɝt ˈfɹəm ˈɪt ˈænd ˈpʊt ˈɪt ˈɪn ˈhɪz ˈsæk ˈɛvɝi ˈdeɪ ˈæftɝ ˈðæt ˈhi ˈwʊd ˈteɪk ˈaʊt ˈðə ˈbʊk ˈænd ˈɫʊk ˈæt ˈðə ˈpɪktʃɝz ˈhi ˈdɪd ˈnɑt ˈnoʊ ˈhaʊ ˈtu ˈɹɛd ˈðə ˈwɝdz


The pictures told the story of a boy who grew up to be a pilot. Magozwe would daydream of being a pilot. Sometimes, he imagined that he was the boy in the story.

The pictures told the story of a boy who grew up to be a pilot. Magozwe would daydream of being a pilot. Sometimes, he imagined that he was the boy in the story.

ˈðə ˈpɪktʃɝz ˈtoʊɫd ˈðə ˈstɔɹi ˈəv ˈeɪ ˈbɔɪ ˈhu ˈɡɹu ˈəp ˈtu ˈbi ˈeɪ ˈpaɪɫət @magozwe ˈwʊd ˈdeɪˌdɹim ˈəv ˈbiɪŋ ˈeɪ ˈpaɪɫət ˈsəmˌtaɪmz ˈhi ˌɪˈmædʒənd ˈðæt ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈðə ˈbɔɪ ˈɪn ˈðə ˈstɔɹi


It was cold and Magozwe was standing on the road begging. A man walked up to him. “Hello, I’m Thomas. I work near here, at a place where you can get something to eat,” said the man. He pointed to a yellow house with a blue roof. “I hope you will go there to get some food?” he asked. Magozwe looked at the man, and then at the house. “Maybe,” he said, and walked away.

It was cold and Magozwe was standing on the road begging. A man walked up to him. "Hello, I'm Thomas. I work near here, at a place where you can get something to eat," said the man. He pointed to a yellow house with a blue roof. "I hope you will go there to get some food?" he asked. Magozwe looked at the man, and then at the house. "Maybe," he said, and walked away.

ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈkoʊɫd ˈænd @magozwe ˈwɑz ˈstændɪŋ ˈɑn ˈðə ˈɹoʊd ˈbɛɡɪŋ ˈeɪ ˈmæn ˈwɔkt ˈəp ˈtu ˈhɪm həˈɫoʊ ˈaɪm ˈtɑməs ˈaɪ ˈwɝk ˈnɪɹ ˈhiɹ ˈæt ˈeɪ ˈpɫeɪs ˈhwɛɹ ˈju ˈkæn ˈɡɛt ˈsəmθɪŋ ˈtu ˈit ˈsɛd ˈðə ˈmæn ˈhi ˈpɔɪnəd ˈtu ˈeɪ ˈjɛɫoʊ ˈhaʊs ˈwɪð ˈeɪ ˈbɫu ˈɹuf ˈaɪ ˈhoʊp ˈju ˈwɪɫ ˈɡoʊ ˈðɛɹ ˈtu ˈɡɛt ˈsəm ˈfud ˈhi ˈæskt @magozwe ˈɫʊkt ˈæt ˈðə ˈmæn ˈænd ˈðɛn ˈæt ˈðə ˈhaʊs ˈmeɪbi ˈhi ˈsɛd ˈænd ˈwɔkt əˈweɪ


Over the months that followed, the homeless boys got used to seeing Thomas around. He liked to talk to people, especially people living on the streets. Thomas listened to the stories of people’s lives. He was serious and patient, never rude or disrespectful. Some of the boys started going to the yellow and blue house to get food at midday.

Over the months that followed, the homeless boys got used to seeing Thomas around. He liked to talk to people, especially people living on the streets. Thomas listened to the stories of people's lives. He was serious and patient, never rude or disrespectful. Some of the boys started going to the yellow and blue house to get food at midday.

ˈoʊvɝ ˈðə ˈmənθs ˈðæt ˈfɑɫoʊd ˈðə ˈhoʊmɫəs ˈbɔɪz ˈɡɑt ˈjuzd ˈtu ˈsiɪŋ ˈtɑməs ɝˈaʊn ˈhi ˈɫaɪkt ˈtu ˈtɔk ˈtu ˈpipəɫ əˈspɛʃəɫi ˈpipəɫ ˈɫɪvɪŋ ˈɑn ˈðə ˈstɹits ˈtɑməs ˈɫɪsənd ˈtu ˈðə ˈstɔɹiz ˈəv ˈpipəɫz ˈɫaɪvz ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈsɪɹiəs ˈænd ˈpeɪʃənt ˈnɛvɝ ˈɹud ˈɔɹ ˌdɪsɹɪˈspɛktfəɫ ˈsəm ˈəv ˈðə ˈbɔɪz ˈstɑɹtɪd ˈɡoʊɪn ˈtu ˈðə ˈjɛɫoʊ ˈænd ˈbɫu ˈhaʊs ˈtu ˈɡɛt ˈfud ˈæt ˈmɪdˌdeɪ


Magozwe was sitting on the pavement looking at his picture book when Thomas sat down next to him. “What is the story about?” asked Thomas. “It’s about a boy who becomes a pilot,” replied Magozwe. “What’s the boy’s name?” asked Thomas. “I don’t know, I can’t read,” said Magozwe quietly.

Magozwe was sitting on the pavement looking at his picture book when Thomas sat down next to him. "What is the story about?" asked Thomas. "It's about a boy who becomes a pilot," replied Magozwe. "What's the boy's name?" asked Thomas. "I don't know, I can't read," said Magozwe quietly.

@magozwe ˈwɑz ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈɑn ˈðə ˈpeɪvmənt ˈɫʊkɪŋ ˈæt ˈhɪz ˈpɪktʃɝ ˈbʊk ˈhwɛn ˈtɑməs ˈsæt ˈdaʊn ˈnɛks ˈtu ˈhɪm ˈhwət ˈɪz ˈðə ˈstɔɹi əˈbaʊt ˈæskt ˈtɑməs ˈɪts əˈbaʊt ˈeɪ ˈbɔɪ ˈhu bɪˈkəmz ˈeɪ ˈpaɪɫət ɹiˈpɫaɪd @magozwe ˈhwəts ˈðə ˈbɔɪz ˈneɪm ˈæskt ˈtɑməs ˈaɪ ˈdoʊn ˈnoʊ ˈaɪ ˈkænt ˈɹɛd ˈsɛd @magozwe ˈkwaɪətɫi


When they met, Magozwe began to tell his own story to Thomas. It was the story of his uncle and why he ran away. Thomas didn’t talk a lot, and he didn’t tell Magozwe what to do, but he always listened carefully. Sometimes they would talk while they ate at the house with the blue roof.

When they met, Magozwe began to tell his own story to Thomas. It was the story of his uncle and why he ran away. Thomas didn't talk a lot, and he didn't tell Magozwe what to do, but he always listened carefully. Sometimes they would talk while they ate at the house with the blue roof.

ˈhwɛn ˈðeɪ ˈmɛt @magozwe biˈɡæn ˈtu ˈtɛɫ ˈhɪz ˈoʊn ˈstɔɹi ˈtu ˈtɑməs ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈðə ˈstɔɹi ˈəv ˈhɪz ˈəŋkəɫ ˈænd ˈhwaɪ ˈhi ˈɹæn əˈweɪ ˈtɑməs ˈdɪdən ˈtɔk ˈeɪ ˈɫɑt ˈænd ˈhi ˈdɪdən ˈtɛɫ @magozwe ˈhwət ˈtu ˈdu ˈbət ˈhi ˈɔɫˌweɪz ˈɫɪsənd ˈkɛɹfəɫi ˈsəmˌtaɪmz ˈðeɪ ˈwʊd ˈtɔk ˈhwaɪɫ ˈðeɪ ˈeɪt ˈæt ˈðə ˈhaʊs ˈwɪð ˈðə ˈbɫu ˈɹuf


Around Magozwe’s tenth birthday, Thomas gave him a new storybook. It was a story about a village boy who grew up to be a famous soccer player. Thomas read that story to Magozwe many times, until one day he said, “I think it’s time you went to school and learned to read. What do you think?” Thomas explained that he knew of a place where children could stay, and go to school.

Around Magozwe's tenth birthday, Thomas gave him a new storybook. It was a story about a village boy who grew up to be a famous soccer player. Thomas read that story to Magozwe many times, until one day he said, "I think it's time you went to school and learned to read. What do you think?" Thomas explained that he knew of a place where children could stay, and go to school.

ɝˈaʊn @magozwe's ˈtɛnθ ˈbɝθˌdeɪ ˈtɑməs ˈɡeɪv ˈhɪm ˈeɪ ˈnju ˈstɔɹiˌbʊk ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈeɪ ˈstɔɹi əˈbaʊt ˈeɪ ˈvɪɫədʒ ˈbɔɪ ˈhu ˈɡɹu ˈəp ˈtu ˈbi ˈeɪ ˈfeɪməs ˈsɑkɝ ˈpɫeɪɝ ˈtɑməs ˈɹɛd ˈðæt ˈstɔɹi ˈtu @magozwe ˈmɛni ˈtaɪmz ənˈtɪɫ ˈwən ˈdeɪ ˈhi ˈsɛd ˈaɪ ˈθɪŋk ˈɪts ˈtaɪm ˈju ˈwɛnt ˈtu ˈskuɫ ˈænd ˈɫɝnd ˈtu ˈɹɛd ˈhwət ˈdu ˈju ˈθɪŋk ˈtɑməs ɪksˈpɫeɪnd ˈðæt ˈhi ˈnju ˈəv ˈeɪ ˈpɫeɪs ˈhwɛɹ ˈtʃɪɫdɹən ˈkʊd ˈsteɪ ˈænd ˈɡoʊ ˈtu ˈskuɫ


Magozwe thought about this new place, and about going to school. What if his uncle was right and he was too stupid to learn anything? What if they beat him at this new place? He was afraid. “Maybe it is better to stay living on the street,” he thought.

Magozwe thought about this new place, and about going to school. What if his uncle was right and he was too stupid to learn anything? What if they beat him at this new place? He was afraid. "Maybe it is better to stay living on the street," he thought.

@magozwe ˈθɔt əˈbaʊt ˈðɪs ˈnju ˈpɫeɪs ˈænd əˈbaʊt ˈɡoʊɪn ˈtu ˈskuɫ ˈhwət ˈɪf ˈhɪz ˈəŋkəɫ ˈwɑz ˈɹaɪt ˈænd ˈhi ˈwɑz ˈtu ˈstupəd ˈtu ˈɫɝn ˈɛniˌθɪŋ ˈhwət ˈɪf ˈðeɪ ˈbit ˈhɪm ˈæt ˈðɪs ˈnju ˈpɫeɪs ˈhi ˈwɑz əˈfɹeɪd ˈmeɪbi ˈɪt ˈɪz ˈbɛtɝ ˈtu ˈsteɪ ˈɫɪvɪŋ ˈɑn ˈðə ˈstɹit ˈhi ˈθɔt


He shared his fears with Thomas. Over time the man reassured the boy that life could be better at the new place.

He shared his fears with Thomas. Over time the man reassured the boy that life could be better at the new place.

ˈhi ˈʃɛɹd ˈhɪz ˈfɪɹz ˈwɪð ˈtɑməs ˈoʊvɝ ˈtaɪm ˈðə ˈmæn ˌɹiəˈʃʊɹd ˈðə ˈbɔɪ ˈðæt ˈɫaɪf ˈkʊd ˈbi ˈbɛtɝ ˈæt ˈðə ˈnju ˈpɫeɪs


And so Magozwe moved into a room in a house with a green roof. He shared the room with two other boys. Altogether there were ten children living at that house. Along with Auntie Cissy and her husband, three dogs, a cat, and an old goat.

And so Magozwe moved into a room in a house with a green roof. He shared the room with two other boys. Altogether there were ten children living at that house. Along with Auntie Cissy and her husband, three dogs, a cat, and an old goat.

ˈænd ˈsoʊ @magozwe ˈmuvd ˈɪntu ˈeɪ ˈɹum ˈɪn ˈeɪ ˈhaʊs ˈwɪð ˈeɪ ˈɡɹin ˈɹuf ˈhi ˈʃɛɹd ˈðə ˈɹum ˈwɪð ˈtu ˈəðɝ ˈbɔɪz ˌɔɫtəˈɡɛðɝ ˈðɛɹ ˈwɝ ˈtɛn ˈtʃɪɫdɹən ˈɫɪvɪŋ ˈæt ˈðæt ˈhaʊs əˈɫɔŋ ˈwɪð ˈænti @cissy ˈænd ˈhɝ ˈhəzbənd ˈθɹi ˈdɑɡz ˈeɪ ˈkæt ˈænd ˈæn ˈoʊɫd ˈɡoʊt


Magozwe started school and it was difficult. He had a lot to catch up. Sometimes he wanted to give up. But he thought about the pilot and the soccer player in the storybooks. Like them, he did not give up.

Magozwe started school and it was difficult. He had a lot to catch up. Sometimes he wanted to give up. But he thought about the pilot and the soccer player in the storybooks. Like them, he did not give up.

@magozwe ˈstɑɹtɪd ˈskuɫ ˈænd ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈdɪfəkəɫt ˈhi ˈhæd ˈeɪ ˈɫɑt ˈtu ˈkætʃ ˈəp ˈsəmˌtaɪmz ˈhi ˈwɔntɪd ˈtu ˈɡɪv ˈəp ˈbət ˈhi ˈθɔt əˈbaʊt ˈðə ˈpaɪɫət ˈænd ˈðə ˈsɑkɝ ˈpɫeɪɝ ˈɪn ˈðə ˈstɔɹiˌbʊks ˈɫaɪk ˈðɛm ˈhi ˈdɪd ˈnɑt ˈɡɪv ˈəp


Magozwe was sitting in the yard at the house with the green roof, reading a storybook from school. Thomas came up and sat next to him. “What is the story about?” asked Thomas. “It’s about a boy who becomes a teacher,” replied Magozwe. “What’s the boy’s name?” asked Thomas. “His name is Magozwe,” said Magozwe with a smile.

Magozwe was sitting in the yard at the house with the green roof, reading a storybook from school. Thomas came up and sat next to him. "What is the story about?" asked Thomas. "It's about a boy who becomes a teacher," replied Magozwe. "What's the boy's name?" asked Thomas. "His name is Magozwe," said Magozwe with a smile.

@magozwe ˈwɑz ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈɪn ˈðə ˈjɑɹd ˈæt ˈðə ˈhaʊs ˈwɪð ˈðə ˈɡɹin ˈɹuf ˈɹɛdɪŋ ˈeɪ ˈstɔɹiˌbʊk ˈfɹəm ˈskuɫ ˈtɑməs ˈkeɪm ˈəp ˈænd ˈsæt ˈnɛks ˈtu ˈhɪm ˈhwət ˈɪz ˈðə ˈstɔɹi əˈbaʊt ˈæskt ˈtɑməs ˈɪts əˈbaʊt ˈeɪ ˈbɔɪ ˈhu bɪˈkəmz ˈeɪ ˈtitʃɝ ɹiˈpɫaɪd @magozwe ˈhwəts ˈðə ˈbɔɪz ˈneɪm ˈæskt ˈtɑməs ˈhɪz ˈneɪm ˈɪz @magozwe ˈsɛd @magozwe ˈwɪð ˈeɪ ˈsmaɪɫ


Written by: Lesley Koyi
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Read by: Darshan Soni
Language: English
Level 5
Source: Magozwe from African Storybook
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