A tale of two rivers

It was a meal to remember. I was sitting at an outside table with four fishermen. I had a whole cooked tilapia or bream in my left hand and a hunk of bread in the right. A cheetah was tethered to a pole, metres away. It ‘s a measure of how used I am to South Sudan after five months, that I didn’t blink at the cheetah, which paced to and fro nearby. I didn’t even ask for a knife [...]