This is my future husband. At least that’s what he thinks after offering 100 cows and seriously discussing with Sam over 4 hours. As we waited for the Tazara train, he showed Sam and Zach pictures of his cattle and women from his tribe. “You can have two women if I can have her,” he said, pointing at me. Although Zach said he’s trade me for a measly 5 heifers, thankfully our train arrived before the men shook on the deal and we both left with each other’s pictures rather than rings. On another note, I got an offer of 400 and Zach once beat a man (who declared my hand in marriage as the prize) in an arm wrestle. To be a woman (in a patriarchal world) is a strange thing sometimes.