Africa in My Heart

I am greeted by the petrifying sight of thirty or sixty or seventy buffalo looming large at a distance, each of them staring at me. Just staring would be okay; I could handle that. But these are also coming at me. I just stand there turned to stone, waiting for something to happensomething other, that is, than having a herd of cape buffalo running toward me. If it werent for Peter, they surely wou...