As the falls raged, our faces got wet and cool from the spray. This is not just any ordinary river but the great Nile. Here we were, my nephew and I, standing on sheer rock, spellbound by the thunderous force of the mighty Murchison Falls.
Decades earlier, aged eight, I was transfixed on the same spot, next to my mother as we watched the falls in awe. The gigantic Nile crocodiles covered every inch of the river bank with their gaping jaws as little birds pecked them clean. This was my dream come true. I always planned on returning. And I finally did.
