I like the Samburu.  They like to wear red, herd cattle and can eat their weight in meat.  As I’ve said before, it reminds me of Nebraska.

When we launched our listening groups in Samburu, we went first to the village of Nkeju Muny (or The Rhino’s Leg).  We were invited to stay for goat that had been roasted in our honor.  The spit consisted of tree branches constructed over the charcoal.  The finished product was more like Goat Jerky.  Tasty but a bit on the tough side.

As we were introducing the device to the men and women of Nkeju Muny, Pastor Wilifred (aka: Big Willie) began to introduce me as Kyle.  He was corrected by one of the elders; I was being made an honorary Samburu, so my name should be Lakyle (Samburu names begin with La/Li).  For the rest of the afternoon, I was addressed as Lakyle.