In terms of wilderness, a year is a short period. In terms of just about everything else in 2020 it seems like an eternity. Throughout these troubled times Kicheche has been overwhelmed by not only the people who have jumped through the many hoops to visit, but also the many heartfelt messages of support to say nothing of the thousands of dollars raised for the Conservancies.
Wise men, mangers and myrrh may have to be stabled this Christmas but …….. Fig, Luluka, Nalangu, Selenkei, Caesar II, Imani et al don’t know it is a special time of year, but they would really like your presents here. So would the elephants.
Permit an indulgence: the theme for the final spot is of these oft-persecuted pachyderms: the remarkable sentinels that patrolled these plains long before landcruisers.
They have suffered and triumphed and right now with a verdant larder begging their attention, they are content. Elephants can remember better times just as Kicheche can, but we send a sincere and compassionate message of hope to you all and just cannot wait for your return.
As this is being typed, late, a jackal’s keening lament pierces the night, an elephant’s asthmatic wheezes roll across the plains and hyenas cackle and squabble over a zebra’s last rights. Finally a lion rumbles from a nearby escarpment completing the chorus.. Better than a Christmas carol ……?
Paul, Greg & the whole Kicheche family