My only wish is to somehow convince the people that this system can work. I wish I knew how I could present it to them in a way they could understand. The thing is, I can barely understand it myself. I wasn't the one who was graced with the presence of the wise man from the North. Probably that impala I hunted two moons ago and the wheat and berries Kutu gathered.
Day breaks over the horizon like a wildebeest charging through a thicket.
The first thing I want to do today is to pay a visit to the graves of my father and Miku. It is customary for my people to visit the grave of a loved one, human or cow, for three moons after their death. Only one member of their family can be at the grave during this time, so that people will know who to blame if the tomb is desecrated. Our burial plot is on the edge of a hill on the west side of Lake Turkana. It is a beautiful spot, with an unobstructed view of the eastern horizon.