By the time I was six years old I had lived on three continents and five different countries. My parents were protestant missionaries in French Soudan (later the Republique of Mali). I have often said, in referring to my childhood, that Mom thought that God was looking after me, and God thought that Mom had me under her wing. This understanding left me mostly alone to wander the wilds of Africa, living off my hunting skills and avoiding the multitude of dangers.It was an idyllic childhood until boarding school at Mamou Alliance Academy in the neighboring country of Guinea. My brother died suddenly and later we lost a sister. I have two graves to visit sometime, if I ever get the chance to return to Mali.
I returned to Saskatchewan in my teens, finished high school, found a job and in every way faded into the life of a regular Canadian. But lurking, bubbling and boiling, underneath this veneer was a desire to tell my extraordinary story.
This collection of short stories looks at life--sometimes through the eyes of animals. Lions discuss the 99% and the economy. Mice look at the rulers and decide that they have something better than power. The world learns to speak again after a devastating virus and find that they have solved world hunger by confiscating CEO's bonuses and substituting them with cookware. Imaginatively written.
Journey into the heart of Africa with Phillip Bartsch, into a place
known as "the white man's graveyard." But danger came, not only
from deadly snakes, scorpions and diseases, but also from some
adults at a missionary-run boarding school. Animals ask tough
questions but the rest of the book is non-fiction. Enjoy this story