I met this guy in the Maasai Mara and he told me this was a trait of his people. Neither did I have ample internet connection nor other Maasai around to fact check his story …
Now, a few days later, my internet research comes up with no solid lead on Heterochromia_iridum being a special thing of the Maasai people … ah well, at least they seem to be good story tellers.
Here we are again,with felt painand sweet gainour names written with a stiff penour memories refrain
What happens when you know you are next?
So full. So empty. So rich. So poor.
The sun in my hand. The dust in the wind. The trucks on their journeys.
The birth of our beloved son Haikili. 2012
So, this is Nairobi ...