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it is a book called things fall apart by Chinua achebe.i give the readers a glimpse of life in pre-colonial Nigeria/Africa

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

African (General) British (General) Kenyan (East Africa)

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Monica. The grown up was a failure. He was poor and his wife and Children are barely enough to eat. People laughed at him because he was a lawful, and they saw never to lend him any more money because he never paid back. But Monica was such a man that he always succeeded in borrowing more and piling up his debts. One day a neighbour called The cops came in to see him. He was reclining on a mud bed in his heart, playing on the flute, immediately Rose and shook hands with a coy, who then unrolled the goat skin, which he carried under his arm and sat down. You know, Ca went into the inner room and soon returned to the small wooden disc containing a culinary some alligator pepper and alarm or white joke. I have colour, he announced when he sat down and passed the discovered to his guests. Thank you. He who brings colour brings life, but I think he ought to break it replied, Okay, passing back the risk. No, it's not for you, I think, and they argued like this for a few moments before Tanaka accepted the honour breaking the colour okay. I mean, well took the lump of talk until some lines on the floor and then pointed his big toe as he broke the colour or not cooperate to their ancestors for life and health and for the protection against their enemies. When they had eaten, they talked about many things about the heavy rains which were running their arms about the next ancestral feast and about the impending war with the village of my No. Wanaka was never happy when it came towards. He was, in fact a coward and could not bear the sight of blood. And so he changed the subject and talked about music and his face beamed. He could hear in his mind's ear, the blood starring and the intricate rhythms of the equity and the you do and the organic. And he could hear his own float weaving in and out of them, decorating them with a colourful plenty of tunes. The total effect was grey and brisk