
A Walk in the Wild
The first light creeps over Zululand’s savannah bushveld, brushing the grasslands in pale gold. The air is still sharp with night’s chill, yet the horizon begins to soften. Somewhere, a francolin calls out, and the rustle of a distant antelope breaks the silence. A mug of hot coffee warms Truman Ndlovu’s hands as he scans the horizon - not out of duty, but instinct. Twenty years ago, he began walking this soil as a young guide in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa; now, as Reserve General Manager of Ju...