There in the middle of Aberdare National Park in central Kenya just east of the East Rift Valley is The Ark Lodge which overlooks a floodlit watering hole and saltlick from which one can observe a vast assortment of wildlife. A friend and I had the privilege some forty years ago to overnight there at the beginning of a ten-day private walking safari led by a Masai tribesman in traditional dress, complete with spear, and an Egyptian guide with a .357 magnum rifle to back him up.
The adventure highlighted wildlife conservationists' special role within the wider world of ecological consciousness. The animals were often largely hidden, almost mirages in the grasses. I recall feeling vaguely out of place, an intruder, within what Carl Jung once described Africa as being “the stillness of the eternal beginning.”
How long before the Mzungu – white men like me – would lay waste to this primal setting of lions, giraffes, zebras, impalas, Thompson’s gazelles, Cape buffalos, and wildebeests (for now) innumerable…
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