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Dear Sir,
This is to bring your attention to the growing garbage predicament in my locality.
My name is Paul Jones and I have been resident at 20 North Lane Laverton over the 10 year now. I never had a reason to complain to you before.
However, since last 2 weeks, municipal workers had not picked up the waste from our living society, as I heard they are on strike. Consequently, the situation is so egregious that rubbish is overflowing in the installed dustbins that happen to be very near to my house. Moreover, the smell of the waste is so unpleasant that we cannot open our windows. This is the main reason I am writing to you now.
There are plenty of steps which I think you can take to eradicate this problem in near future. Firstly, you can circulate a circular to the complete living society that they need to throw the waste bags in main garbage dumps instead of dustbin installed here, if the same situation occurs in near future. Secondly, you need to arrange some sessions, which can educate people to produce less rubbish.
I am looking forward to hearing you soon in this matter.
Yours faithfully
Public Figure
Q7(a)i. Scales, knives and other meat processing equipments are not often sterilized.
Q7b(i) consumers should buy meats from only certified and accredited butcher's who works under safe and hygienic conditions
*SERRIA LEONE*
_Section A_
*```Question 5*```
*I Learnt my lesson the hard way*
My mother always told me that I was going to be just like the boy who cried wolf. She always said one day I was going to cry and no one would listen. My favorite was crying sick from school. My sister always told me that there would be one day that I cried sick and no one would believe me. I never paid her any attention, for I was a year older and I knew it all at the age of 13. However, I would learn my lesson the hard way.
During my junior high school years, I was never particularly fond of going to school, but at my age who was. I enjoyed staying home and tuning into all my favorites, Jerry Springer, Ricki Lake, and Jenny Jones. Since these show only came on during school hours, I was often "sick" so I could stay home and watch what was to me, must see t.v. I was successful at convincing my mother that I was ill and should stay home most times, but then she begin to catch on to my sickness game. I think it was the fact that I was perfectly healthy by the time she was home from work.
Every morning it was my ritual to convince my mother that I was not feeling well. I would tell her that I was in terrible pain and would most likely be sent home early anyway. I watched her face go narrow it seemed. A face that said "not again Peter", or "what is this the third time this week". I could tell by her faces that this was getting old. Soon she begin to ignore my routine. But I still tried. Although I knew she would make me go to school, it was habit. I would clutch my stomach, leave cracker bits in the toilet posing as vomit, or I'd complain of earaches, toothaches, headaches, and at times whole body aches, just to get out of going to school.
"Peter, why aren't you up for school yet," I heard my mothers voice roar from another room. This was a voice I had never heard in the morning. This voice usually came with broken things, such as curfews and glass. This voice almost made me no cry.
Eventually, I quietly refused to answer and for the second time she asked again;nothing mama, I answered. Suddenly, I heard her crying loudly before I rushed inside, I saw mama lying at the ground unmovable with a note on her chest with no life remain.
I screamed as loud as I can; I eventually saw my sister and some neighborhood enter. My sister took the note from my mother's chest as the note reads, "I delebrately killed myself because I can't face my son's naughty any longer, his father left me with nothing but sorrow so him also, I wish him well and this is what his stubborn profit him. Goodbye to you all.
As my sister finishing reading the letter, I burst in tears as I cried endlessly learning on my sister's shoulder begging him. It pains me also as she cried with me.
I said to her, I am sorry, I really regret my deeds as *"I learnt my lesson the hard way".*
*Number 6*
(a) Oba's decision was unwise because from his experience, he was supposed to know that two
magicians would not perform together in one accord.
(b) The speed with which news got to the other end of the town *and* the ease with which one could
hear drum beats from either end of the magician's camp.
(c) The older magician's intention of causing the bees to attack the younger magician was to kill
him.
(d) This was because he mentioned Olubale, his father, who he never knew and coincidentally, that
was the name of the older magician.
(e) He reversed his action because he is the father of the younger magician as the younger
magician explained.
(f) (i) Hyperbole
(ii) It means that the drumming was so loud and active that it overwhelmed the village from both
positions.
(g) (i) Adjectival clause
(ii) It qualifies the noun "bees".
(h) (i) Dire --> Horrible
(ii) Tame --> Dull
(iii) Wondrous --> Amazing
(iv) Murderous --> violent
(v) Abandoned --> Vacated
*Number 7*
A)
The meat are processed by butchers under insanitary conditions.
Domestic carnivores and rodents which are carriers of numerous diseases and infections invade the abattoirs.
Meat is sold in the open in the markets which have few storage facilities.
Meats are transported in unclean boots of cars and vans from abattoirs to the market.
B)
Basic slaughter facilities should be provided.
Meat consumers should buy meat from certified meat producers.
The inspection of the locally produced and imported meat and the storage facilities should be strengthened.
The food and Drugs Board should keep a register of certified meat handlers in order to regulate their activities.
*Number 5*
*I Learnt my lesson the hard way*
My mother always told me that I was going to be just like the boy who cried wolf. She always said one day I was going to cry and no one would listen. My favorite was crying sick from school. My sister always told me that there would be one day that I cried sick and no one would believe me. I never paid her any attention, for I was a year older and I knew it all at the age of 13. However, I would learn my lesson the hard way.
During my junior high school years, I was never particularly fond of going to school, but at my age who was. I enjoyed staying home and tuning into all my favorites, Jerry Springer, Ricki Lake, and Jenny Jones. Since these show only came on during school hours, I was often "sick" so I could stay home and watch what was to me, must see t.v. I was successful at convincing my mother that I was ill and should stay home most times, but then she begin to catch on to my sickness game. I think it was the fact that I was perfectly healthy by the time she was home from work.
Every morning it was my ritual to convince my mother that I was not feeling well. I would tell her that I was in terrible pain and would most likely be sent home early anyway. I watched her face go narrow it seemed. A face that said "not again Peter", or "what is this the third time this week". I could tell by her faces that this was getting old. Soon she begin to ignore my routine. But I still tried. Although I knew she would make me go to school, it was habit. I would clutch my stomach, leave cracker bits in the toilet posing as vomit, or I'd complain of earaches, toothaches, headaches, and at times whole body aches, just to get out of going to school.
"Peter, why aren't you up for school yet," I heard my mothers voice roar from another room. This was a voice I had never heard in the morning. This voice usually came with broken things, such as curfews and glass. This voice almost made me no cry.
Eventually, I quietly refused to answer and for the second time she asked again;nothing mama, I answered. Suddenly, I heard her crying loudly before I rushed inside, I saw mama lying at the ground unmovable with a note on her chest with no life remain.
I screamed as loud as I can; I eventually saw my sister and some neighborhood enter. My sister took the note from my mother's chest as the note reads, "I delebrately killed myself because I can't face my son's naughty any longer, his father left me with nothing but sorrow so him also, I wish him well and this is what his stubborn profit him. Goodbye to you all.
As my sister finishing reading the letter, I burst in tears as I cried endlessly learning on my sister's shoulder begging him. It pains me also as she cried with me.
I said to her, I am sorry, I really regret my deeds as *"I learnt my lesson the hard way".*
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