“Onesmus, can you call for lunch? Ask them if the Memsahib wants to come with the driver.” “Ndio.” “What do you think, O? The wildebeest are coming down to the river on our side. Should we wait here, or move further downstream. There’s big pressure there with lots of zebra. The pressure should force a…
My Travels: Feeling Two Million Wildebeest
Ever since I could remember I wanted to see the wildebeest migration from the Serengeti to the Masai Mara. From the endless plains to the lone spotted trees on the Kenyan side, for that is what each name means respectively. If Africa could be afforded a single place for its heart, then surely the aorta…
My Travels: Husbands and Wives in the Mara
One afternoon we were driving along the Mara River and heard a lion roar. I lifted my head and looked in the general direction and spotted a lioness about two hundered meters away, in the grassland just off the riverine bush. We followed her along the river, lost her and had to backtrack. She had…
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