232: Room For Everyone w Storytime Voices Guest, Bryant

A young boy on a crowded bus discovers that, after some wiggles and giggles, there’s room for everyone in this lighthearted rhyming picture book set in Zanzibar.

The dala dala rumbles and roars as Musa and Dada drive off to the shore—but the bus stops for multiple detours: “Do you need a ride? It’s hotter than peppers out there in the sun! Come in, there’s room for everyone!”

One stop becomes two stops which soon becomes ten, and Musa wonders when it will end: “How can any more people get in? We’re already smushed like sardines in a tin!” But there's always room for one more, if you make the room, which is the heartwarming take-away from this bouncy, joyous tale in rhyme.

Book: Written by Naaz Khan & Illustrated by Mercè López
ISBN: 978-1534431393
Publisher: Atheneum/Caitlyn Dlouhy Books
Publication date: November 9, 2021
Read By: Erin Yeschin
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Hippocampus Clubhouse: Where Young Readers Become Strong Leaders™

Episode Transcript

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Welcome back to the Hippo Campus Clubhouse, a fun and inclusive sel based storytelling
podcast for kids. Aaron here andtoday at the Clubhouse, we're along for
the ride on a dala dala,which is the common word for a van
or bus in Tanzania, a countryin East Africa. We'll meet Musa and

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his mother Dada, who are headedto the beach of the Indian Ocean in
Zanzibar. But with each stop theymake more and more passengers hop aboard,
and with all of their fun andsurprising offerings, poor Musa wonders how there
could ever be room for any more. But with some wiggles and a whole

(00:56):
lot of giggles, there might beroom for everyone. Here to introduce today's
story is our story time voices guest, my son Bryant. My name is
Brant today five years old, andmy book is Room for Everyone. Thank
you Bryant for that wonderful introduction.Now let's get comfy, cozy and ready

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to open our hearts and minds withRoom for Everyone. Written by nas Con
Room for Everyone. The Dala dalarumbled and roared, and Moosa and Dada

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were off to the shore to feaston fish at the Friday bazaar by the
blue crystal waters of Zanzibar. Soonafter zooming passed Zuleika Street, they saw
one old man and his bike withno seat, so the driver honked and

(02:09):
pulled to the side and asked,dear brother, do you need a ride.
It's hotter than peppers out there andthe sun. Come in. There's
room for everyone. But Dada saidMusa, I don't think there is enough
room for that man and that cycleof his. Oh don't worry, Musa,

(02:36):
they're space galore. If you movejust a bit, we can make
room for more. So in camethe man with his sweaty old feet and
his bike with no bell, nolight and no seat, And after some
wiggles and giggles and fun, theymade enough room for every one. Next

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they passed the Bagala boats and aherder appeared with two little goats. So
the Dala dala pulled to the sideand the driver yelled, do you need
a ride. It's hotter than peppersout there in the sun. Come in.
There's room for everyone. But Dadaasked Musa, can there really be

(03:28):
enough room for a cycle to goatsand me? Of course there is if
we squeeze a bit, we'll makeenough room for us all to fit.
And though the seating arrangement was tight, Musa could see that Dada was right.
After a shuffle, a squirm,and a squeeze, they found a

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small space between Dada's knees. Onwardthey went with a honk and a toot
till venders appeared with three baskets offruit. So they pulled to the side,
and as you can guess, Moosacried out and began to protest,

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mangoes and melons and para chee chee. We don't have the space, please
listen to me. But up camethe baskets of tropical fruits, and down
dripped the juices on ankles and boots, and everyone wiggled and giggled galore till
somehow they carved out a space onthe floor. Onward, they puddered past

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palms and sails till a farmer appearedwith four shiny pails filled with milk all
the way to the top. So, of course, the Dalla dalla came
to a stop. We can't,we mustn't. I do not see where
he could possibly sit. Musa criedin despair. But the passengers wiggled and

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somewhere somehow they made space for thefarmer and the milk from his cow.
The Dala dala drove past some morefarms till they saw five mamas with fish
in their arms. So the condastuck his head outside, yelling sisters,

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hallo, do you need a ride? No, cried Musa, This rickety
bench has no room for those fishand their ikety stench. But the passengers
wiggled and squished on the floor andmade enough room for the ride to the
shore. Six minutes later, afarmer was walking with six stinky chickens that

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wouldn't stop squawking, and right therebeside them were several fellas carried seven could
tinge umbrellas. Hop in. Someoneshouted, get out of the sun,
there's plenty of room for everyone,but Musa resisted. These chickens are fat

(06:13):
and seven umbrellas. There's no roomfor that. But Dada insisted just open
the door. So everyone wiggled andgiggled galore and eventually found enough room for
more. Soon they were making aturn down the lane where a vendor was

(06:35):
carrying eight sugarcanes and nine tender cocoanutsfresh off the tree. What yummy,
refreshing, sweet drinks these could be? The passengers shouted, do you need
a ride? And as you canguess, Musa worried and cried, this

(06:56):
is outrageous and we can't let themin. We're already smushed like sardines in
a tin. Though it was clearlya very tight fit, they wouldn't give
up. No, they just wouldn'tquit. So in came the cocoanuts,
tender and sweet, and the sugarcanes tangled between people's feet, tiggling everyone's

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toes as they wiggled, until evenMoosa had started to giggle. And a
few minutes later they stopped for fuel, which happened to be near a diving
school where ten divers were ready togo with suits and gear and tanks in

(07:39):
tow, trying to get in onall the commotion so that they could explore
the Indian Ocean. But was thereroom for all of their stuff? Did
the Dala Dolla have room enough?Though the Dala Dolla was packed from top

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to bottom and front to back,Moosa yelled out, come join the fun.
We'll make enough room for everyone.So the swimmers with snorkels and tubes
and fins wiggled and giggled and wriggledright in the tires were reeling and spinning

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and burning. The passenger sweating andtwisting and turning elbow to shoulder, beak
to nose, feathers to feet,and utters to toes. What a sight
to see, and what a comicalcrew stuck together like gobbledegoo, they clickity
clunked, and like junk in atrunk, so close to a breakdown,

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Oh, complicity plunk. When allof a sudden they heard a giant scurry.
Ahamdulillah. They'd arrived at the beach. Out came ten swimmers with snorkels
and fins, who ran to theocean and dove right on in. Out

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came nine cocoanuts, fresh and tender, and out came the whistling cocoanut fender.
Out came the eight sticky sweet sugarcanes with seven umbrellas for sunshine and
rains, with six stinky chickens andfive piles of fish, four heavy pails

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full of milk so delish, threebig old baskets of fruit for a treat,
two little goats and one bike withno seat. At last, at
last, they had finally reached theblue crystal waters of Nunguoy Beach, where
Moosa and Dadda and everyone could wriggleand giggle under the sun. The author

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has a note that I would liketo share with you room for everyone.
Is inspired by my own fantastically funDala dala ride from stone Town to Nanguay
Beach and Zanzibar. Zanzibar is abeautiful archipelago which is a group of islands
and part of the country of Tanzania. The largest island is called Yunguja,

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which is also known as Zanzibar Island. Zanzibari music, arts, crafts,
architecture and cuisine reflect the various culturesand the people that have influenced it,
including Bantu, Indian, Omani,Persian, and Portuguese. On the dala
dala you can hear Zanzibaris speaking Swahili, a Bantu based language with some elements

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of Arabic. The island also hasa large Muslem population. You can often
hear the sound of the Islamic callto prayer while passing by the villages and
see women carrying bright colored scarves justlike some of the characters you will see
in this book, I am trulygrateful to who made me feel so welcome

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during my time in Tanzania. AsanteSana, thank you and thank you readers
for picking up this book. Ihope it inspires you to make room for
new and wonderful experiences and people whomay be waiting around the bend. What

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a fun and giggily sing song story. I especially liked how Dada never doubted
that Moore could fit, and howeven Musa came around to feeling the same
even when it came to time forall of those stinky chickens to come aboard.

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Did you notice, then, inall of the fun we counted and
used multiples that added up to ten. It's true. Think about it.
One bike with no seat, twogoats, three baskets of fruit, four
pails of milk, five mamas withbarrels of fish, the six, the

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stinky chickens, seven contensay umbrellas,eight sugarcanes with nine tender coconuts, and
finally ten divers with their tanks allin tow. All together rode the Dalla
Dolla, with Moosa and Dada fittingtightly in a row what about Bryant,

(12:50):
What did you think about this story? I liked this book because it was
so silly, with all the peoplethat wanted to come on the dollar a
dollar and all the silly things.Ah. And what did you learn?
I learned that a bus is sohe's called a dollar dollar and a part

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of Africa, and that you canalways make room for friends and you just
try. And why is that importantto you? It's important to me because
I want to make sure people helpeach other all over the world. We
need that right now. Thank youBrian for sharing that amazing outlook, and

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I hope you enjoyed room for everyoneand maybe learn something new to share with
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open mind, just like Dada Musaand Bryant and even the Stinky Chickens do