The Place by The River

Stories from an exotic childhood

Growing up on a small farm in Kenya my brother and I wandered freely through the bush, and down along a stream where there were taro fields. The forest on the other side of the stream was full of animal trails. The Africans set snares for bushmeat. Monkeys raced through the forest canopy, and tree hyraxes screamed at night. I could hear them from my bedroom as the old…