As I understand the tale…a hyena will throw his feces at you to show that it is white…this indicates that he drinks milk and is from wealth.
It was colder at the corner just like they said it would be. From the corner you could see for miles above the dry grass and flat tops of the acacia that dotted the valley below. The Kikuyu had driven away all the wildlife. Tarmac seemed out of place but lead to the borehole and rows and rows of clothes left out to dry in the rising sun. Our road went off to the right and into the red clay and fell steeply towards a trench cut by the new rains that morning.
“This really the way?”
“See that cloud?”
As if that was an assurance.
to be continued…