Brothers of the Wind
warrior
When two native boys from Kenya, Africa are confronted by a man-
eating lion, they kill it to save another man's life.  Their actions
precipitate the wrath of a sadistic game warden who is intent on
tracking them down and capturing them, not only for killing the lion, but
also for re-energizing his intense hatred of their tribe, whose brutality in
the past had brought pain and suffering to his family.

Impressions of Africa

On my last trip to Kenya, Africa, I discovered something I had never
realized before: all children are basically the same. Whether they live in
the United States, Africa, Europe, or even Russia, they all desire the
same things in life: food, shelter, direction in their lives, and play. Food
is a necessity, although it has become increasingly harder to find.
Shelter, whether in a wood-framed house, a commune, or a simple dirt-
floored mud hut, is also a necessity. Direction is somewhat more
difficult. Most children of the third-world rely on fathers, mothers, or
people they can emulate to give them guidance and help them on their
way to becoming productive men and women. Play needs no
explanations; it's the most important element in their lives and a way to
prepare them for adulthood.

The only differences between the children of Africa and others are their
languages, their ways of life, and the names of their Gods. The
Samburus call their God Nkai. Other tribes, such as the El Molo,
Turkana, Kikuyu, Pokot, Meru and many others, have the same God but
call Him by different names.

My novel, Brothers of the Wind, attempts to give the reader the sense of
being in Kenya… its beauties, its fragrances, its tribal ways of life, and
its dangers. It takes the reader into the mud huts of the manyattas, on
safaris, and travels with the boys as they attempt to make it through
their young lives. It is sold at:
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Publish America.

Paul had always wanted to live like the white men, to have what he had,
live as he lived, and acquire the riches he believes he had. By accident,
he was given the opportunity. He soon discovered it was not all that
great. On the other hand, Hussein had been quite satisfied with his
tribal life. He had never expected much from his tribe, or manyatta, but
he became ecstatic when they make him a warrior (lmurran), for killing
a lion. However, that's when the trouble began.

                                 
africa sunset
by    David Weaver