A writer will tell that he or she writes because they have to. A writer cannot NOT Write. But to touch another life is bliss. This book written so long ago, still connecting and sharing
Dear Karen
I have just finished reading “When Africa was Home” to my 10 year old son Michael. Then I found myself searching the website and found your email.
I spent one hour explaining every detail in your book to my son. We used google to look up Paw Paw trees and Ant Hills. I explained in detail because, it is my story too. When Africa Was Home….I lived such a very different life than I do today.
I am a mother of 3 boys, currently in Phoenix Arizona. I am holding myself from writing a back right here as this is simply an introduction email. However, I would love to share with you so much.
Thank you for all that you do. My son was so excited and now feels that he understands a little bit about my upbringing and why I cook the corn paste with fish sauce and why we eat with our hands.He finally knows why the bottom of my feet is soooo hard.
Sincere thanks,
And this: Early riser just like me! I used to fetch water pushed wheelbarrow up the hill around this time…but now I rise and I miss the dew under my feet, the sound of the train, the abundance of happy birds and the squirrel that used to greet me every morning.