Kind

I still remember the blood. The vultures. Most of all, I remember the stench.   We had been riding on a bumpy dirt road for hours, my stomach in knots before the Jeep even left Nairobi, twisting more and more as we twisted deeper into the bush.  We were looking for elephants. Kills, to be more precise. As we drove past wildebeest and impala, I thought I knew how I would react — how it would…