It was a cloudy, rainy morning. The clouds were heavy and expectant. I had run along the perimeter of a national park, my mind shrouded by the thought of meeting lions on the prowl. It didn’t help that I had been watching strange men on social media taking pictures and videos of lions while having morning tea while the lions passed by. These and other thoughts kept me company in the silence, only interrupted by my breathing. In those moments, the need to speak to another person seemed alien. Yet when I transitioned from the lonely roads of Rongai, through Karen and back to my estate, and my run became a walk, a young man stopped me. He seemed unsure, almost embarrassed. Yet his demeanor was confident, and his eyes spoke of an intelligence that sought attention. “Excuse me, Sir, might you have a minute?” He hurriedly used the precious seconds before my surprise turned hostile or indifferent. “I'm hungry and would apprec...
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