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I took this shot of my young friend close to the northern Kenyian border, where no white man had been for many years. I was there supplying water for troops on an expedition back in 1989. Every day this boy would be shepherding his goats to the river and then take them to graze for the day. Each morning we shared a cup of tea and in the evening he would sit with me and I would give him some boiled sweets which he would always eat before going home ,(afraid they would be taken from him). The sweets are curled up in his clasped hand in the shot. He could speak no English and me no Swahili , yet we “chatted” for many an hour about everything ? A fond memory.

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I took this shot of my young friend close to the northern Kenyian border, where no white man had been for many years. I was there supplying water for troops on an expedition back in 1989. Every day this boy would be shepherding his goats to the river and then take them to graze for the day. Each morning we shared a cup of tea and in the evening he would sit with me and I would give him some boiled sweets which he would always eat before going home ,(afraid they would be taken from him). The sweets are curled up in his clasped hand in the shot. He could speak no English and me no Swahili , yet we “chatted” for many an hour about everything ? A fond memory.