Imagine owing your very existence to a comic book?
Okay, it is a manga to be exact and it happens to be a major contributing factor in the road that lead to me being here!
This manga hit the shelves of post war
It captured the imagination of boys and girls across the country but none so much as my father.
As soon as he hit 18 he decided to follow his dream and headed for
My father still lives in
“I have learned that there are no giant talking snakes here. The masai don’t look like they did in the manga either!”
My father is not the warmest person on the planet. But his silence is reassuringly moving, his eyes are sad, his spirit of adventure and independance is humbling and his story is unfathomable.
Hiro told his father this tale and it just so happened that he was a Shonen Kenya fan too. Such a fan that when he had the pleasure of meeting the author/artist in the 70’s he had them signed! Sometime ago, he sent us the entire series to keep. They are so precious to me.
Have you also a tale to tell?