![]() ![]() (Everything you need to know about the science is at this link). Said plant pathologist, aka Graham, was working on a British government funded project to eradicate a maize-gobbling beetle known as LGB, the larger grain borer. Mombasa highway, looking north from Kiboko The place I ran (or rather flew) to was Nairobi, Kenya and so to a nine month stint of roaming up and down the Mombasa highway, accompanying a plant pathologist who worked both at the Kenya Agricultural Research Institute (KARI) in the city and at the Kiboko field station, a KARI outpost, a hundred miles south in Ukambani, homeland of the Akamba people. I decide this line of thinking is a distraction, although it has me looking back through thirty years. There’s an odd sense of ‘full circle’ and a musing of: should I be worried about this unexpected retracing of steps is there a reason I’m back here some unfinished business to be dealt with now that I’m ‘older and wiser’? Etc. The place I ran from is very near the town of Broseley where we have recently come to live. ![]() ![]() There were times when I felt I could eat it. The hue of life and death then no wonder traditional peoples make so much use of this pigment. It strikes the eye, fires every neuron in the cerebral cortex, then jabs you in the solar plexus. There’s the land too: the visceral, eviscerating redness of the earth. ![]() I must have noticed light before, but I do not remember this kind of rapture. In another life-time I ran away to Africa and fell in love with light. ![]()
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