written by a client of KNS…
The first sip of whiskey burns more than it normally does but tonight the bite is more than welcomed; washing away the days worth of dry caked dust from my sunburned and weather worn lips. The day has been hot and long as we spent many hours and lots of miles on tracks following what seemed to be nothing more than a cruel joke. Every time we thought we would begin to catch up to the beast and could just start to make out an ear or horn, the bloody lot would simply evaporate in a puff of smoke, forcing us to continue the march.
I wish I could tell you that the day culminated with a truck load of nyama. Nyama is meat for those who are not familiar with dialect, but alas our full day afield “only” (sarcasm emphasized) produced the most brilliant sunrise I have seen since yesterday, a plethora of game living as the creator intended wild and free from imposition expanding civilization, we saw the the antennas of warthogs erect as they zig zagged through the grass and many hundreds of impala bounding and leaping across the vast plain, hippos honked at us out of both curiosity but mostly warning anytime we neared their pools as the keen eyed trackers picked apart the map of directions left in the surrounding soft mud. We saw flowers so ornate and brilliant that they could only be the design of the Almighty Himself, and we cannot forget about the cheeky cow elephant that our simple presence seemed to have offended her sufficiently; letting out a trumpet loud enough to make my socks tighten and hold my breath, until she decided to make off in a stampede in the opposite direction.
Yes, sitting here by blazing fire staring reflectively into the dancing flames, I take the last swig of watered down whiskey and in my pondering on the days events, a smile creeps across my face. Poor chap, I think to myself, since we didn’t fill our tag today, guess we’ll just have to do it all again tomorrow.
