My mom spent her early childhood in Africa. I grew up with bedtime stories about pet monkeys, crocodile infested swamp crossings, and my mom’s little friend Ebungu. It sounded like a big adventure to me, right up until she told me how her mom had died suddenly when she was only 8 years old.
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When I was nine, I ruled a vast domain. Our subdivision was marked out by the convenience store on the corner at one end, and the ravine of the Sheep River on the other. Within a five minute bike ride was everything a young boy needed- swampland, construction sites, and long, straight stretches of asphalt. [...]
I’ve had many conversations with door-to-door evangelists from a variety of religions. Without fail they come across as having all the answers. Many of them try to manipulate the direction of the conversation; any attempt at humility on their part makes one of my eyebrows arch, because I saw better acting in [...]
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