Ideas. We've always been about them.
It was like a ghost was in the midst. Shocked, wide-eyed, and apprehensive; my new friends really didn’t know what to make of me when I first arrived at the village.
eWhat is this stranger doing here? they thought. Her eyes are the color of water. Her skin; like the clouds. And she’s taller than most men.
They kept their distance, just staring at me like a kid glued to the TV set. I said ‘hello’ to them in their native tongue, which translates to ‘keyaa.’
After practicing the Maasai language for several days now, the disappointment I felt was evident when I couldn’t entice a reaction. They kept their distance, just staring at me like a kid glued to the TV set.