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I think Padlet is a great technological platform to use among any subject content. I have used it in multiple reading courses and recently, in a writing course at my college. It is a simple tool and very user-friendly for the less tech-savvy people. I highly suggest teachers and students in all content areas and of all ages use this for multiple projects in schools and universities.

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"We have to say, we have been to school. Maybe not like your school. Maybe we did not have so many pens and papers. But we are not ignorant.”

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"I reach my arms up and shout hallooo to the elephants trunk in the sky."
(page 210)

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“When it’s dark and the power has gone off, my mother presses something hard into my palm. I can’t see it but she says it’s a bit of elephant one she found among the stones farther north on the Nile. “It’s good luck,” she says. ‘No animal can kill the elephant.’”

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"Also, this boy Andrew has a truck. He owns it. My mother is driving on the interstate without knowing the laws, only go and stop. Even Frieda does not know, but everyone drives in America." (page 126)

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Listen to “A Girl from Juba” the music video OD Bonny created in honor of The Good Braider.

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Listen to “A Girl from Juba” the music video OD Bonny created in honor of The Good Braider.

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On an island of music

in a city of drumbeats

the drum dream young lady

imagined of beating tall conga drums

tapping little bongó drums

also, blast blasting with long, noisy sticks

on bit, round, gleaming moon-splendid timbales.

In any case, everybody

on the island of music

in the city of drumbeats

trusted that lone young men

should play drums

So, the drum dream young lady

needed to continue imagining

calm mystery

drumbeat dreams.

*At open air bistros that resembled gardens

she heard drums played by men

yet, when she shut her eyes

she could likewise hear her own fanciful music.

When she strolled under

wind-wavy palm trees

in a blossom brilliant stop

she heard the hum of parrot wings

the clatter of woodpecker bills

the moving tap of her own strides

also, the ameliorating pat

of her own pulse.

At festivals, she tuned in to the rattling beat

of transcending artists on stilts

also, the mythical serpent clank of costumed drummers

wearing gigantic covers.