If you believe
I am not allowed to write this story. I was sent to Kenya to research someone else’s book, which means every note I took, every interview I did, belongs to that someone else. Here I can give you no context and no names and almost no specific locations. All I can tell you is the between moments, the things that happened to me.
No year of my life has been the best, achievements always sullied by defeats or failures, happiness soured by sadness. But in 2016, I got to hang out with elephants in a national park near Nairobi and a community conservancy further north – managed by Masai –
