Luga Moja Haitoshi

Perhaps the loving reunion of mother and son leopards after a decade hunting alone? Or waking to the sounds, through open shutters, of children laughing from coral houses on Lamu beachfront? Maybe the bright red, soil-covered, elephant herd climbing the early morning hills on the plains of Samburu?

Perhaps the horde of wildebeest suddenly jumping into the croc-infested Mara river in an explosive churning of mother nature? Or hiking the rim of Longonot volcano with its thick foliage-filled crater below?

Or instead, sailing in Dhows round the white-sand beaches, mangrove forests and Swahili ruins of Watamu? Or opening my curtains one morning on the side of Lake Naivasha to find a hungry hippo hoovering up the flowers from the garden? There’s no end to the joys this country has already given me. I’m still coming back and I hope I always will.