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Personal Narrative: Misperceptions Of Africa
I believe the average American does not know very much about Africa including, myself. Americans are not taught how diverse Africa is and or was. I can remember as a child, I saw something on the news about Africa, and there were many Caucasian people demonstrating them. I can remember thinking, Wow, I did not even know any causation people lived in Africa. The misperceptions of Africa can be changed through education.
Five countries and five languages spoken within the continent of Africa are: Somalia the official languages are; Arabic, Italian, and English. South Africa has eleven official languages, Afrikaans, English, IsiNdebele, Pedi, Sesotho, SiSwati, Xitsonga, Tswana, Tshivenda, IsiXhosa, and IsiZulu. In the country of Sudan/South Sudan,

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