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Scoop

Issue 24 - Africa

Scoop is a magazine for 7 to 13 year olds that publishes all forms of story, told by world renowned authors and illustrators including Raymond Briggs, Catherine Johnson, Tom Whipple, Jacqueline Wilson, Chris Priestley, Nicholas Bowling, Laura Dockrill, Emerald Fennell, Celia Rees, Joan Aiken, Tom Stoppard, MG Leonard, Michael Foreman, Piers Torday, Cathy Brett, Neil Gaiman, AF Harrold and John Agard. Each issue includes short stories, non-fiction, poetry, comics, interviews, reviews, activities and quizzes. We explore everything from punk to painting, from science to poetry, from super-natural phenomena to playwriting!

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United Kingdom
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English
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Curious Publishing Ltd
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hey, scoop fam!

It’s such an honour to guest edit the Africa issue of Scoop because this big, bold continent is close to my heart. When I think of Africa I think of a vast, beautiful place made up of fifty-four countries and one billion people full of colour, love and laughter; people like you and me. Did you know that Africa is the second largest continent in the world? It covers six per cent of the Earth’s total surface area and twenty per cent of its land area. With so much to it, you can imagine there’s lots to discover and I hope you’ll learn more through these pages. I hope you feel inspired to visit one day. When you do, see you there! Until then, enjoy. Instagram: @libreriagh Web: libreriagh.com…

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grandma and the goat thief

My sister, Aku Sika, and I always spend the holidays with our grandma in the village. We love it here. There are always things to do, new people to meet and fresh, delicious food to eat. Lucy, my grandma’s pet goat is pregnant and I hope she has her kids during our stay. The day we arrived, Grandma took us around the village to greet her friends and neighbours. Zac, her new farmhand had been weeding her compound. He told us he had two other compounds to weed that day. Lucy followed us as we went around the village. The neighbours welcomed us warmly and asked us to visit them often. Some commented on the size of Lucy’s abdomen and two men predicted she would have quadruplets. Others warned Grandma to be careful…

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fearless fe and anxious anna

Finona, or Fe as she was known to her family and friends, was born completely free from fear. Her parents claimed she was born under a lucky star because she possessed the strength of mind and body that most grown ups could only ever dream of. She would jump up and over the highest of walls, dive into the deep end of pools and walk into the darkest of woods – all this, without knowing what was over the top or below or, worse still, what might be lurking within. And so, it may come as no surprise that this is a story about how Fe discovered that fear is a friend and that it is capable of saving lives. Winter was spreading its chill over the small coastal town where…

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the show boy

Ishouldn’t have gone to the parlour. I should never go to the parlour, unless I’ve been ordered to clean out the fireplace or dust down the bookcases. I was supposed to be in the kitchen helping Mrs Sandall, the cook, take the stones out the greengages to make jam. I’d lost so much skin on that sharp knife the day before, there was going to be more of my blood in that jam than greengages. I’d crept away, meaning to go to the stables. I would have found an empty stall, burrowed down in the straw and closed my eyes to help myself remember how I was before I came here. Long before I was born, my grandad was a great man. His name was Ignatio Sancho. He’d owned a grocery store…

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nastanga

In 1932, an American biologist named Ivan T. Sanderson was on safari in Cameroon when he sighted a beast so enormous that it made an elephant look like a child’s toy. Sanderson reported its head alone was almost the size of a fully grown hippopotamus. This was not the first report of such a monster by Europeans when they began to explore the African interior. In 1776, a French missionary named Liévin-Bonaventure Proyart published a book in which he claimed to have seen animal tracks three feet (one metre) in circumference, showing the imprint of huge claws. Africans living in the Congo River basin seemed to know something about the creature, which they called Nasanga. They described it as standing on four stout legs and having a long, muscular tail and a…

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joseph coelho the importance of poetry to me

My relationship with poetry feels like my relationship with air. It’s always been there and has always been essential. I rarely discuss poetry, but like air it is always around me: I’m always using it, leaning on it, depending on it. It took me a while to realise, when growing up, that the Mabel Lucie Attwell poem framed above my grandmother’s toilet (about using the toilet and that I knew by heart) had anything to do with the Sylvia Plath poems I was made to study in English lessons. Or the strange little funny ditties that my mother would often unexpectedly recite. Ditties from adverts and half remembered playground chants … It wasn’t the coughthat carried ’im off.It was the coffinthey carried ’imoff in. These snippets of lyricism and wordplay were never…

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