Jurong West Secondary School End-Of-Year Examinations 2019: English Language 1128/02
Jurong West Secondary School End-Of-Year Examinations 2019: English Language 1128/02
Jurong West Secondary School End-Of-Year Examinations 2019: English Language 1128/02
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Section A
Study the webpage below and answer Questions 1−4 in the Question Booklet.
WWF International
https://savetherhino.wwf.com
Rhino horns do not cure illnesses. If this fact is new to you, consider this: rhino horns
are largely made of keratin, the same stuff that makes up your fingernails and
toenails. Do not use rhino horns; it is as useless as swallowing your own fingernails.
Text 2
The text below recounts a young woman’s experiences in the Sahara desert. Read it
carefully and answer Questions 5–16 in the Question Booklet.
1 I was in the Sahara Desert, travelling with a group of people I neither knew nor
liked especially well. We were on the way to a Saharan wedding, moving via
Jeep during the day and sleeping under the stars at night. The travel was
endless and intolerable. The daytime heat was oppressive and the drives were
long with nothing to do but stare moodily at the passing desert. 5
2 I would wait for the nights with their cooling air, the moon hovering huge and
the Milky Way all aglow. Each evening, after my companions finished their
dinner and retired to their mattresses, I would leave for a walk.
3 One night I left camp at about nine, foolishly dressed in a thin cotton shirt and
light trousers only. The sky was inky and the moon had arched high, casting a 10
meek metallic light on the ground. The desert seemed radiant and inviting, and I
was overjoyed to be alone and moving in this amazing place.
4 After an hour of carefree wandering, I finally turned back towards camp. It was
not until that moment that it dawned on me how far I had gone and that I had no
idea where I was. I looked for footprints, but beneath my feet was hard baked 15
earth. With horror, I realised there were no landmarks and I had left no trail.
6 The cold had descended and I shook – Sahara nights being as brutally chilly as
the days are blisteringly hot. As I lurched over the featureless land, I knew my
fellow travellers would be sleeping and there would be no light coming from our
campsite. I could stumble within ten metres of it without knowing it. 25
7 I had been searching for a good hour when I saw a smudge of fire glowing in
the distance. After an initial rush of relief, I froze, realising my situation. Here I
was, a young woman alone at night, lost and desperate. However, having little
choice, I walked towards the glow with as much courage as I could muster. As I
came closer, I recognised the figure of a Wodaabe tribesman. As I approached, 30
the man looked up in surprise. I must have made a shocking vision: a lone
woman staggering from the darkness in safari pants and hiking boots.
8 I extended my hand to the man, mumbling, “Foma, foma, foma,” the Wodaabe
Fulfude greeting that means, “Hello, how are you, your family, your goats, your
camels, your donkeys?” I spoke again in hesitant French. He shook his head 35
indicating he did not understand, but took my hand and led me to the fire,
gesturing for me to sit on the ground. He poured me a glass of sweet tea,
speaking soothingly in Fulfulde. It was my turn to shake my head.
9 Nearby a gargling sound came from the dark. I looked over and made out the
figure of a camel lying down beneath an Acacia tree. The man rose and went to 40
the camel, returning with a cotton cloth, which he placed round my shoulders.
1 After some time drinking tea in silence, he rose, checked the tether on his
0 camel and signalled to me. I followed the soft whiteness of his robes into the
night. We walked in quiet, although at times I would burst into speech, feeling
awkward with such great silence. He would turn and smile but say nothing. 45
Within thirty minutes, a cluster of mosquito nets loomed not three metres in
front and then the humped shapes of familiar figures sleeping beneath them.
His finding this small campsite in the dark seemed to me utterly miraculous.
I turned to him, put my hand over my heart and said the only other word I knew
1 in Fulfulde, “Abarkidi” (Thank you). 50
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Adapted from One night in the Sahara by Amanda Jones
Section C
Text 3
The article below is about the world’s plastic pollution. Read it carefully and answer
Questions 17–22 in the Question Booklet.
Microplastics are breaking down further into smaller and smaller pieces. 35
Millions of animals are killed by plastics every year, from birds to fish to
other marine organisms. Nearly 700 species, including endangered ones,
8 are known to have been affected by plastics. Nearly every species of
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seabird eats plastics.
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