Civilizations do not just happen. They grow, like families and friendships, from among the people who live in them. The kingdoms of East, Central, and South Africa comprised a variety of African peoples as well as Arabs, Persians, and Indians who came to trade. Each society had its own hierarchy, or social structure. Imagine you have just completed a trip through the early kingdoms and city-states of East, Central, and South Africa. Your family and friends ask you about the trip. Your task is to give them an oral history of your experience. You may choose to write your account, record it, or make a video. Remember, your family and friends will share your story and pass it on to future generations, like oral historians in Africa. Make it fascinating! No one wants to hear a boring story.
Tell the most significant or important things you saw or learned about kingdoms or city-states in each region. Be sure to do the following as you complete this assessment:
Identify at least one kingdom or city-state that you visited from each region:.
1. East, Central, and South Eastern Africa
2. Central Africa
3. Southern Africa
4. Meroe
5. Funj
6. Axum
7. Ethiopia
8. Oromo
9. Swahili
10. Bunyoro-Kitara
11. Kongo
12. Great Zimbabwe
13. Mwenamutapa
14. Lunda
15. Luba

What best describes the role of the new testament in christianity? a. it is part of the christian scripture that repeats jewish teachings b. it is the term for the christian bible c. it is the part of the christian scriptures that tells about the life of jesus d. it is the only scripture important to christians

The vietnam war was considered by many to be america’s first unopposed win independent war defeat

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore. and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and cut and peeled a hazel wand, and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out, i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout. when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame, but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air. plz hurry