Before we had kids, Tall Dude and I travelled a lot. Like, a lot. We worked picking apples in a New Zealand orchard, used a ride-on poop vacuum to clean alpaca droppings on a farm in Australia, were among the first people to ride the new train from China into Tibet, spent a summer in southern Africa (see my Hog in the Fog review for my scarring experience with warthogs in Zimbabwe) — well, you get the idea. We were really lucky (though we are still paying for it now) and we hit a lot of countries before we settled down to what is commonly referred to as “real life.”
Guess how much country-hopping we do these days, now that we have a house, a fat dog, and 2.0 kiddos?
You guessed it.
So, since I can’t hop on a plane, I take Little E on trips with books. This past month we’ve been on an Africa jag. We got a couple of great CDs from the library with music from all over Africa (Putomayo Kids puts out a great series of kid-friendly world music CDs called Putomayo Playground). We tried to look at a map, but she definitely did not understand what it meant (she’s three and still thinks “Toronto” is what Grammie and Grampie’s house is called and “Kingston” is what our house is called). I’ve been looking for some good maize meal to make mielie pap, which I learned how to make from the wife of the paramedic who helped me in the aforementioned scarring Zimbabwean warthog incident.
And we got a whole pile of books about Africa out of the library.
It’s been a lot of fun to talk about different countries and regions in Africa (it drives me crazy when people refer to the continent as one homogeneous entity), the animals that populate the country, and the stories people tell. I think this endeavour might be a smidge more successful when Little E has a better idea of what “country” means, but it’s still been a slice.
So, if you want to take your kids all over Africa but, like us, you can’t afford the plane fare nor abide the idea of being trapped on a jet with your children for seventeen hours, here (in no particular order) are my and Little E’s top five picks. I tried to include books from different regions of Africa.
Top 5 Picture Books About Africa
Rain School (James Rumford): A young boy starts school in Chad, where not everyone has the opportunity to get an education. The universal experience of the first day of school is given a new twist in a region where the first lesson for the children is learning how to build the school they will attend. At the end of the school year, the rains came and wash the school away, so that the children must build the school every year before they can learn. A great opportunity to talk about how classrooms can be different in different places as well as gratitude and opportunity. There’s a map of Africa in the back of the book; I hope you have more luck explaining maps to your kid than I did.
What the Animals Were Waiting For (Jonathan London): Unusually, this book is told in the second person, and Little E always seems captivated as soon as we start reading: “You are Maasai. / You stand on one leg, like a stork, in the sun. / You are hot and your stomach growls. / ‘These are the Months of Hunger,’ says Grandmother.” The crocodiles, the giraffes, the wildebeest, the elephants — all the animals are waiting. Finally, “a wall of water comes crashing down. / Lightning scribbles. Thunder booms. / ‘Rain, Grandmother! The rain is coming!” The animals stampede to drink, the people gather to celebrate, and the Months of Hunger end at last as fresh grass comes to the plains. The water is here and now we know what the animals were waiting for. The lyrical writing makes this book shine.
Honey…Honey…Lion! (Jan Brett): Botswanan legend has it that the honeyguide bird has a deal with the honey badger: she leads the honey badger to the beehive, he breaks it open, and they share the honey. If the honey badger won’t share, the next time the honeyguide will take him to a lion instead. This book tells the story of the day Badger didn’t share the honey, and how the news spread through the bush. The next morning, Badger follows Honeyguide as usual, but she takes him on quite the wild goose chase (Little E loves the sound effects here — boom, boom! as Honeyguide stomps along a hollow log, clickety-click as the tall, dry papyrus reeds rattle as they pass, sprong! as Badger bounces off the top of a termite mound). Of course, she is not taking him to honey, but to a lion, who hides under a flap at the end and chases Badger back to his burrow. The animal characters and setting are great for showing some of the variety of flora and fauna of Botswana. You can bet Badger didn’t forget to share the next time Honeyguide found him a beehive!
My Painted House, My Friendly Chicken, and Me (Maya Angelou): This one went just a bit over the head of my three-year-old (lots of things do), told as it is in the voice of Thandi, an eight-year-old Ndebele girl from South Africa. Each page features photographs of the Ndebele people, introducing children to a new culture, different clothing and intricate beadwork, brightly coloured houses, and Thandi’s best friend, who is a chicken. Maya Angelou wrote it, so the words are bound to be good, but the unusual collage-style layout and varied typeface size is a little distracting from the story. Nevertheless, the voice is perfectly child-like and and the book is a great read-aloud. Little E mostly liked the chicken.
Anansi and the Talking Melon (retold by Eric A. Kimmel): Anansi is a storyteller spirit in West African folklore who usually takes the form of a spider. In this myth, he plays a trick when he finds himself stuck in a melon by making it seem like the melon can talk. He insults everyone who comes across the melon. First Elephant is fooled, then Hippo, then my nemesis Warthog, and then the king, a mighty gorilla. The king is so angry when the melon calls him stupid that he throws the melon all the way back to Elephant’s house, where Anansi climbs out of the melon and takes refuge inside a bunch of bananas. Where, as one expects, he pretends to be a talking banana. This is a funny introduction to folklore from another region and to an archetypal mythological mischief-maker. It took Little E a while to realize that his name isn’t Nancy, but now she’s checking melons for talking spiders.
So, that’s our trip around the African continent. Do you have any favourite books from far-off lands?