With the first golden rays of the sun, the noisy rooster begins to crow.
“KAY KAY RAY KAY! It’s time to get up!”
The first thing we do every morning in Africa is greet Grandma N’na. We receive blessings from her. She takes my hand and holds it gently as she begins a long list of benedictions.
“May you rise high with strength and knowledge.”
“Amiin,” I respond after each one.
After breakfast, I run outside to brush my teeth at the papaya tree. That way I can water the tree as I brush!
Suddenly, there is a funny feeling in my mouth. My tongue instantly finds a gap where the tooth had been. I hope I haven’t swallowed it. Where is my tooth? I look down.
It’s on the ground!
I pick it up and run to show my parents. My mom is surprised. My dad helps me place it under a gourd behind the bedroom window. I am so proud. I lost my tooth in Africa! Soon, I will have a chicken of my very own.
All morning I play with my cousins, waiting for a chicken to come. But nothing happens.
We eat lunch and take a short nap. Still no chicken.
We take a walk by the little creek. We watch a busy bird building its hanging nest in a palm tree. When we get home, it’s already time to take our bucket baths. The day is almost finished. But no chicken has come.
Finally, I go to take back my tooth. I feel sad. Maybe the African Tooth Fairy has forgotten.
But right as I turn over the gourd, two chickens pop out! One rooster and one hen.