(“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.”