Mary was a beautiful, kind-hearted, and intelligent little girl. She was raised by God-fearing missionary parents on the east coast of Africa always green and luscious, abundant in animal life. A glimpse of paradise, at least a fragment of what it might have been. One cannot help but naturally imagine that Eden's location could have been here and not between the two great rivers in the Middle East. Here around the Equator rain is frequent, intense but short and then the sun appears again, smiling gently on the tranquil grassy fields. The nature of survival takes its course. Blood-thirsty frenzies break out at sundown...
