Monday, October 17, 2016

My Neighbor Ate My Dog

I’m not a sentimental person. I’ve felt a little perplexed when I’ve seen people mourn the loss of a pet. In my 33 years, I’ve had many pets: some I’ve given away, some have run away, and a few have died. Just since our family has been here in Cameroon, we’ve lost three adult cats, three kittens, a Western Tree Hyrax, and most recently a tortoise named Jack. I was sad to see them go, especially the ones that died. Sad because I knew this is the effect of sin in our world. Sad because I knew my wife would miss them. But as sad as I was, their death didn’t affect my life too much.
Until a Bakoum man came to my door.
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