There are three countries in Africa I’ve always wanted to visit. Cape Town, because perhaps it’s the coolest city in Africa, bubbly with culture and the best shoreline ever (I really don’t care for the Table Mountain,
This post is going to be totally diarrheic and blonde. I don’t have anything groundbreaking to write about, okay, at least I’m not in that frame of mind. So yes, this is going to be very random.
Meet Gesengei. He’s Samburu. The thing with Samburus is that everybody mistakes them for the Maasai. It pisses them off, and rightfully so. It’s like someone who keeps calling you James when you are Martin and you can’t muster enough nerve to tell them that (cue: shouting) your name is freaking Martin!