As we entered Kosi Bay Camp park, a sharp gaze pierced through the cruiser’s tinted glass. The around 65,slim & not so tall man in Khaki KZN wildlife uniform with grey curly stub stood on the side of yellow dusty path. He raised a finger and smiled in usual African style. In this part of the world people greet each other with this gesture. I looked back at the bony, well defined face. “What’s your name?” “Adelphe”.
The smile was familiar, the gaze even more. ““have we known each other ?” It was the same gaze that was focussed over my young upturned nostrils, back home. Continue reading