Eating Babies in Africa

So I went to become a missionary with this African Tribe.

Little did I know what I was in for.

It was a quiet summer in this part of Africa I was told, there was no war, people were getting along with their lives.

Little did I know , that this summer I would be forced to eat babies.



I went from Liberia's Capitol, Monrovia, to a quiet village in the jungle province.  Here a large clearing existed in the woods, and there was a medium sized village.

I was told these people were interested in Christianity and cultural exchange, and that I should go right ahead and preach to them and help them out as best I could.


When I got there, they certainly were interested in cultural exchange.  They wanted me to know all about their religion and culture, and they in turn many of them wanted to ask me about my culture and religion.

Pretty soon I was enthused by their stories of the Gods, and their cultural rituals with each other.

There were things I didn't like.  For example in one legend the Gods killed a child of a bad man and drank her blood.

That didn't sit well.  I knew these people had done and sometimes do those kind of things.

I was schoked by the prospect that they might do something rash, like take a child in front me, serve me up a roast baby, and tell me to eat it or they'd kill the child.

This is of course, what wound up happening.

I don't want to get into details, but let's just say I ate quite a bit of that baby, and it wasn't bad tasting.

They told me too when I started to eat the baby, that if I got sick they'd kill the girl too.

SO I had to enjoy the baby quite a bit.

No one was ever charged in this case.