Review: Beverly Hills Maasai by Eric Walters

Goodreads Review:

In his sequel to Alexandria of Africa, Eric Walters brings exciting new characters to life, with the urban jungle of Los Angeles as their backdrop.

It's the ultimate clash of cultures when Nebala, a Maasai warrior, leaves behind Kenya and, with two fellow Maasai, and crosses the world to compete in a marathon in the most famous zip code in the world: Beverly Hills, California. Reunited with their friend Alexandria, now their guide to strange, new surroundings, the trio are confronted with life in fast-paced, extravagant Beverly Hills, and customs and attitudes the Maasai find by turns baffling and amusing. Beverly Hill Maasai is another heartwarming, fast-paced, and thought-provoking novel from one of Canada's most popular young adult writers.

My Thoughts:

One day Alexandria gets a strange call from her friend Kenyan friend Nebala who is in California. Things were not gud in Kenya since she left. No rain, people and cattles are starving. The only solution for the three Maasai warriors was to win the Beverly Hills Marathon to improve their village condition.

Now the challenge for Alex and her friend Olivia was to help Maasai enter the Marathon. How did they help? What difficulties they had to face? And last but not the least, did they win the Marathon? If yes, how did they win? Reading this book will answer all your questions.

I loved this book. It is as engaging as the first book was. Its really interesting to see how characters change from one book to another. 

Happy Reading !!

POEM

April is the National Month of Poetry. This reminds me of a very beautiful poem which I read years ago, it came in the newspaper and I kept the cutting of this poem in my Precious Gems binder. This poem was written by African Child and was nominated for the best poem of that year. I'm typing this poem as it is and hope u'll like it as much as I did when I read it the first time.

When I born, I black.
When I grow up, I black.
When I go in sun, I black.
When I cold, I black.
When I scared, I black.
When I sick, I black.
And when I die, I still black.
You white folks...
When you born, you pink.
When you grow up, you white.
When you go in sun, you red.
When you cold, you blue.
When you scared, you yellow.
When you sick, you green.
When you bruised, you purple.
And when you die, you gray.
So who YOU callin' C O L O R E D ??