Afia, was running around in an Ethiopian field

The golden sun kissed Afia's cheeks as she stepped onto the rainbow meadow, her shoes going 'flip-flop, flip-flop.'

Hooray! Today, the sky was a perfect blue. Afia's heart was like a balloon, bouncing with joy!

Suddenly, Afia's friends, the butterflies, fluttered by. 'Come fly with us, Afia,' they said in whispers softer than the wind.

Afia waved her hands, wiggling her fingers like magic wands. The butterflies danced around her like tiny, fluttering stars.

“Let’s race to Gumbo Hill!” Afia giggled, pointing to the far-off hill that stood green and grand in the distance.

Whoosh! With a burst of energy, Afia ran as giggles filled the air. The world blurred into colors of imagination.

The grass whispered secrets to her feet and the wind sang melodious tunes as Afia sprinted ahead.

Atop Gumbo Hill, Afia stood tall. Her afro was a crown that sparkled in the sun, making her smile wide with delight.

‘Afia, queen of the hill!’ cheered the critters—a rabbit, a squirrel, and a spunky sparrow, all smiling.

With a wink and a whirl, Afia spun around. Her afro sent ripples of laughter across the land like a giggling echo.

Oh, what a wonderful world for Afia, where dreams danced and joy leaped with every step she took!