Denizens of wild Kenya here we come!
Every morning in African jungle a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
When the sun comes up everyone starts running.
[Continued from Sept. 7]
For me, I can’t think of Kenya without thinking of its freedom fighter and first President Jomo Kenyatta. This is because he was a tall leader of that country, both physically and figuratively, who got independence in 1963 from the long rule of British, since 1895. If my memory serves me right he had come to India as a guest of Nehru. I also remember reading his speech in newspapers wherein he had said “hard work never kills anyone,” exhorting students.
Africa, known as the Dark Continent, so called because its hinterland was largely unknown until the late 19th century, to me now appeared like one at the threshold of new civilisation after seeing just a small part of it and for 14 days as a tourist. Thanks to the white people who colonised every country in the continent. As a result today we have only dark people, no dark continent. Of course, the northern part of Africa has a different geography and Arabs of fair skin.
We flew into Kenya’s capital Nairobi. A small Airport, understandably; we flew in Kenya Airlines. The capital city is also modest in its appearance. Unlike anywhere in the world where I had travelled, here for the first time I had totally a different experience. As we came out of the Airport four massive Nissan Land Rovers in olive green paint, Safari vehicles, were waiting. Since we were 24, we split into groups of 6 each and jumped into the new experience to go to the designated hotel in Nairobi. Our guide of Thomas Cook from Bengaluru Aniruddh announced thenceforth till we leave Kenya these four vehicles would ...more