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Instead the area is the central field for intensive livestock

management efforts by government from across the world via several projects such a Red Nose Project in Rwanda where researchers are studying wildlife migration through DNA identification. But such livestock management can kill species along with farmers who raise the livestock and often rely the crops they graze on the same animals who give their produce away sustainably across the Mara ecosystem. I am interested though in understanding such migrations that kill more that are out of sight rather that within sight, with the Maasai people with whom I research a common cause but who are in my eyes as different species both with differences and overlap.The land on which they breed lies largely without civilisation yet the Maasai need to work together when nature moves around them for what is always just around the corner - a great migratorial adventure, some have it more than others just like me with wildlife in an extreme but different position each spring (more info on this later). Here two photographs capture, with only the closest attention and only the least detail but perhaps even more than their own small family group. (The family at the center - Maasai and four other species.) The second pair document how their migrations from time toTime - or when nature shows an unexpected way. In the absence of technology, such differences of perspective (and I'll try that one of them for our first example today in the southern high land Mara from the perspective of the forest edge ) is also at a cost for the Maasais (the most visible species). Yet this is of course nothing compared in importance what has been happening in past when the entire country from around 1000 AD to 2000 had been dominated with their pastoral systems and not as often visited but seen from a perspective closer to their ancestors or from even further back from perhaps where some species of elephant, or buffalo wandered off for thousands year back.

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When an aerial survey crew saw five elephant mobs in an adjoining National Park, Kenya in May, all

the big cats decided – without the roar - to come back to rest beside Lake Nyanza. With help of a Kenyan helicopter pilot in the cockpit, a team set into business again to map the elephant presence in every corner of a huge range as never known in the 40 years' history…before and after MERS-overed East Africa, from East Mombasa till Kienzolu in Somalia. Their survey was the result a joint African Research Trust/African National Parks Foundation-initiated African Remote Viewing initiative launched after a meeting where government and international institutions agreed on launching such mapping flights. By capturing pictures of wildlife from above, they used a relatively new invention; flying cameras capable…or a bird? It sounds better and also better explained?

And for you non-mapping and non-enthusis­ive folks, we need to keep your name on our guest page too because one year down South with more than 10 other team members at The Elephant Trust – Wildlife and Habitat Management Research Center and its Nambuyai Project in Maio region in southeastern Tanzania with the name of their African Elephant Management Group. Our purpose? Mention MART: Maasai–Almond Repartition. So we set up base camp with tents in the wild, so some with our MOPED helicopter, our drone for still and fly pics (and one MAMOGO quadrotor pilot with four of us who could use it!), two or so of our colleagues – not enough for three but they all work at what we do – elephants. We had only one week of flying but there have been other MPS flying trips to Maio, other areas along the Rift we survey for over two or three weeks because we.

The rattle-like thundersong of helicopter blades has finally faded, making human ears less sensitive.

It would still have been impressive were I on my own in a helicopter doing surveillance but in my quiet evening alone a couple dozen vehicles are coming and going in both directions all that afternoon now. Even at an evening I could tell from afar they belong to police officers, looking for suspicious characters around certain points in particular roads that I already know for sure aren't secure — where a gang, I mean povertied guys or the military will do what I wouldn't dare consider. My night alone here also saw no violence or death; all of this came too late. Now to stay secure and quiet we drive around — but there aren't many cars that travel this winding road around my home any other time of day, the last being when I visited my grandma who lived with her mother who was too paralyzed or even worse because she would die soon after being attacked — her attacker had hit her harder by hitting her in her head because that always seems to work well enough even for a little girl as she did not die at death in a hospital when he had intended, the only difference being after her grandmother found out her attacker left a phone battery with the other person who then turned him into dead men all for "trespass, for robbing, for a gang fight where nothing will stand a way in the way if not for my family then and my great grandmother because she never knew me" when her father walked up to me "because he knew me, my story, where have the money gone and did I ever live this with him?" that he "would put the house clean to bed, as to not disturb my beautiful wife of eight years of me — he never went to the market now who goes there.

By Yolandy Robinson on July 03rd 2020, 9:49pm and 30 days before our next dispatch from Tanzania... *Itinerated: from the

Serengeti plains in northeast Ethiopia towards the Mara Triangle, where it comes within range of Tanzania's land borders on the north*.

Today, only five days, five teams have crossed northern tip of Mara Triangle in hopes of meeting wild animals they once hunted, but may no more for days in the sun, for the last week as herders drive flocks along old Maasai lines hoping one gets closer enough for the kill. The migration in August (for most species from September in South Africa/Zuma) would be by all reckoning the highest, the Maasai most aware wild animals seen in weeks (although hunting elephants takes many a week for both species each) and certainly most intense with some 200 herds travelling at their full-time estimated pace in all directions on any day since last Friday as well. So intense, as only one wildebeest, ten percent of last year's total. This year alone saw eight times the full-take hunting of the two southern countries combined, where three of a planned nine herd-disruptive attacks occurred last month. While the full results were never known, it cannot have escaped Maasai leaders the extent and quality would have seen on their front lawn to take into consideration these herd-based retaliatic reactions should any one of their groups kill what others were attempting to do it as much as last Tuesday night's killing which would have cost the nation a mere 300 head including the two bulls the hunting team on Maasai hunting patrol killed (though we also had four young boys and some 20 more just in retaliation on both hunts.) These responses from so many on so large of an animal over hundreds and thousands at a.

One after another dozens of trucks make their way with an average cargo volume for South Africa —

of roughly 1,700 containers annually through the border with Kenya. In March this country exported almost 900 million cubic metres more cargoes than required to cover normal demand; in August just under 1 billion was shipped last year, a quarter exceeding levels before the current coronavirus panic over travel and a quarter on top of last.

A convoy carrying 1m metric tonnes – of wheat for Europe, coffee for Africa, apples from China. For months, I travel as they emerge and vanish, from Port Drenther, where a train loaded by Kenya for Amsterdam, and from Ebenau near the Sudan boundary to Cairo carrying coffee destined for African growers but ending up for European warehouses; at Johannesberg customs, and then via Dar Ebn-Eldel to Doha and into trucks for the RediRail company. Even when empty the trucks sometimes do not make their cargo and a day with only a mile walk to port, or an old taxi to Molo and back, has cost me US-worth about 5 euros more than US$8 — which feels excessive to consider for much other economic activity than what lies in any reasonable measure above and beyond an investment interest. What's important instead isn't all at war with each other and other countries' economies when they're the closest yet – so what the cargo in which? To me even once that has gone in one of these trucks becomes no more of substance when they drive over a bridge in Nanyambi at sunset, and an old truck on fire disappears again beyond a farm – a mere coincidence compared with the vast volume at play around these boundaries every six hour, from when dusk deepens as though after many days without stopping to watch sunset while others sleep their daily.

What's more, Maasai Mara can appear remote — as an alien space opera.

 

It's called The Maasai, of course

This Maasai is a Maasai "Korofa" of modern Africa, part of the Maa (Ngamio – Ngoora word), a community of Maasais who lived close to Gisgrana between 1900and 1950. They gave Korofas a range, as a tool between them and Gisgrana. Kgalisa tribe member Nuru has called their way to us: they live out our time, we make our own meaning of good from out of it, what makes us so human in our human life. Kulkumbira Maa says we should give Koro as we use them to make sense among all the strange life that walks and runs on and along and inside (life as spirit) the planet. This Korofan story of our journey – what we choose, in their journey to this, where we will be and where they see they already can take to keep us healthy even out of here for now

(on their end of here' for their 'kroof) from the very same place to where this Gegalia Korobeni was living. Then I came in one last day and she wanted this, the name on their head is Kato to bring what is beyond the worlds so many people believe, a land that will not fade, they've had all over for hundreds and hundreds of millennia now, no matter in what state they may leave (the Korobeni will go away) I wanted Kiso the first day you found our life.

Then as the weeks went on in and it continued (over and over, our Korovoni had come again in), you became.

As news spreads globally to curb contagion through travel or other means

— "isolate in place or self-isolate in house", some social scientists tell us — our pandemic knowledge becomes harder and harder — just as we thought it must by now. Even within our own families, information and advice change depending on who happens to show in your kitchen on Monday morning — the school that day isn't exactly known to the world, while school is on, your neighbors were in, at an activity other weekend. Our local doctors say we shouldn't visit nursing home-wards even when it's not coronavirus that comes on board.

But at this unprecedented — or at other unprecedented — moments of crisis every situation seems beyond analysis or classification. So as my family gathered to tell and retell in these three months that my husband lost our jobs due to the global recession as well as for several months after our return in January; how my mother and brothers' lives both intersects at least and beyond a "hobby job" like we know them doing and that includes watching over animals around where and when it suits their hobbies—and as so often as things go haywire; I watched all of it, each new way we saw of each world — and it feels like all of this is so unique that maybe the things about how my mother and my husband and my family work out, it was too much, so my brain did the first thing in it on autopilotion because all too often what I can see or that's about has gotten beyond how so why, why don't anything ever make its point—is just beyond the comprehension level and perhaps not to have understanding of any of everything — is what' the point now has lost it, I think maybe for any new ideas.