The Leopard Tree
Three orphans from Kenya stow away on an airplane to embark on a desperate quest to meet the Secretary General of the United Nations in New York City and deliver a message they hope will help millions of homeless and hurting children in Africa. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz becomes their guidebook as they journey alone across the United States. The trio one with HIV, one blind amputee, and one who hasn t spoken for years after watching her family slaughtered find themselves embroiled in a situation beyond their imaginations as they get close to meeting their goal. This book was written with the hope of raising awareness of the millions of people in Africa who suffer the effects of malnutrition, malaria, HIV/AIDS, and the unspeakable atrocities associated with armed conflicts.You can help by doing whatever you re able to do: send a donation,learn what s going on, offer a home, visit the continent, buy an extra copy of The Leopard Tree. Profits from the sale of The Leopard Tree will be used to support projects that help those who need assistance in Africa.
everyone else on board filed off, looking at the youngsters as if they were from another planet. They had been on the plane for almost 20 hours and they looked it. They were so travel-weary that they could do nothing but wait as Carole had instructed them. She finally came for them, and said, “Okay, it’s time to go. We’ll get your paperwork sorted out and I’m sure we can find whoever’s supposed to meet you on this end.” She escorted them through the long corridors, pushing the wheelchair she had
Daudi said. “Give me a hug, young’uns. That’s all I need. Good luck to you.” They hugged the man who had befriended them just two days earlier and he left before he changed his mind about telling them Rosa would be here soon. Lane checked the rear-view mirror as he pulled out of the driveway, and saw the kids waving from the porch. He was tempted to turn back and just spend one more night with them, but knew that Camp was also counting on him to return before morning chores had to be done the
going to upload the story and then four photos. Just read it, look at the photos, call me back and then say no. If you can.” “Okay, fire it at me. I’ll call back with a solid no in half an hour or less. Really, Rosa, they can’t all be the best stories in the world. You need a new line.” He hung up and she sent the file immediately. It uploaded in less than four minutes, a new record for nine megabytes. Something was going right for a change. Rosa sat and waited, fidgeting, making coffee,
energy. She paddled faster and faster until her mind calmed as she entered a familiar zone. She felt at one with the water, the air, and the Africans. Wherever they were, she wanted to be with them and hoped what she’d done would make that happen. Chapter Twelve Masozi yawned and stretched, his nose lifting into the smoky aroma of bacon cooking. He started to get up but only landed one foot on the ground. He remembered he no longer had his other leg and sighed, shrugged his shoulders as
“She is our friend, Daudi. She watches out for us.” A tiny smile crept into Ramla’s face undetected by the boys. Though she did not speak, she watched everything. * * * Daudi missed the little house he shared with Mamere, but having been an only child in a village without many children, he liked the chaotic dormitory filled with other boys ranging in age from newborns to thirteen. The dormitory was divided into three sections, one for the very young, one for the five to nine year olds, and