The anecdote of my meeting with Mama Ngina is an interesting one, for she never told me sho she was at the time. She owned a farm next to a small piece of land I was grooming for a potential Kenya residence for my wife and me.

I went about one day to “meet the neighbors.” I met this very charming older Kenyan woman, and we discussed granchildren and Kenya for a couple hours while drinking tea and eating fruit.

It was only much later that my friends in Kenya told me with whom I had met.