
“Your weapon is more powerful than mine.” He wore green camouflage. Emblazoned on his uniform were the letters, UWA: Uganda Wildlife Authority. Comfortably cradled in his arms was an aged and scarred rifle. As he spoke the words, he patted the barrel. “Your weapon is more powerful than mine.” I knew what he meant because he knew who we were.
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