“Karibu, Bwana. Usiku mwema (good night),” Jaji said.

 “I see Benga has our campfire started. I’ll meet everyone in a few minutes. Thank you again, Jaji,” I said.

 “Karibu, Bwana. Usiku mwema (good night),” Jaji said. 

 I am a few minutes late, and the last to arrive at the campfire. It is a tradition at the end of the days’ hunt to gather around the evening campfire to reminisce and reflect on the day’s hunt. Miles had been playing his guitar and singing a song he wrote about the beauty of Africa. Benga had made for all of us a special drink we call a “sundowner”. I don’t know the exact ingredients of his recipe, however, I do know there are at least three different alcohols, lime juice, and some amount of tonic . It is a confirmed fact that if you have too much sundowner, you will miss the sunrise. I will go easy on his drink tonight. I have the first watch, and I need to be alert.

  I take a mug from Benga. “Thank you, Benga. The mug is cold, but the fire is warm,” I said.

 “Yes, Bwana. Karibu,” he answered.

 I sit in the empty camp chair next to Bryce. “That is one of my favorite songs, Miles. Sorry I missed most of it,” I said.

 “That’s ok. I don’t know many, I bet you’ll hear it again soon,” Miles said smiling.

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One Comment

  1. Want a sundowner………..sounds great. Gotta have some tonic to help fight the malaria…………

    Going great Bwana K.

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