“Makali, wewe ni kama mwana kwagu. (you are like a son to me).”

(“That giant lion could have easily caught you in mid-air and killed you with one bite.” I try, but can’t stop the tears in my eyes).

 I slowly remove my rhino hair bracelet from my left wrist. Taking Makali’s left hand, I slip the bracelet he made for me a few years ago over his hand and on to his left wrist. Looking into his brown eyes, “Makali, wewe ni kama mwana kwagu. (you are like a son to me). This bracelet is probably my most prized possession. You made it from the tail-hair of a rhino that had every intention of killing me and might have if you hadn’t been so brave. I have worn it everyday of my life since that fateful afternoon.”

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One Comment

  1. Nice jewelry, Bwana. Was it hard holding the Rhino still while Makali clipped some hair for the bracelet??????? Ha!

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