I have been observing for long the white hunter and their dynamics but until today, I have failed to understand what inspires them.

I have many zungu friends and I have tried to ask them what inspires them during hunting but I have not been able to get a convincing answer.

To be honest, these guys have everything; the money, the looks (most African birds are normally blinded by the white skin, and anything goes as long as it is white) but I have never felt threatened whenever in competition with a zungu. Our preferences for birds are so parallel.

I had this zungu friend of mine who Tonto KK and I took to Expo one day for ‘eye nutrition’ but when we were there, he surprised us. As we sat sampling the birds that were in plenty, he would point out the worst and exclaim loudly.

He would go like; "Oh my days! I mean, look at that one!” but at one time we though he was just drunk because we always failed to see whatever he was pointing at.

And whenever Tonto pointed out a bird that I also thought was ballistic, the zungu would simply look away. We doubted his sanity when he one time pointed out a bird that looked like a house girl on the run and declared he would give anything to spend some quality time with her.

I mean, seriously? The bird looked emaciated, all bones and she wore tattered clothes. She did not look cool at all. He spotted a second one and exclaimed, his eyes genuinely almost popping out. I gave up.

But since then I came to realise that he wasn’t alone because all hunters from the zungu clan have funny tastes when it comes to birds.

After the shock at Expo I was later to have another experience at the District office where I had gone to attend a wedding of a friend.

As we were there, in came a young zungu with the tiniest bird in tow.  You should have seen the two, smiling from ear to ear, with the zungu hunter seemingly happy. But I could swear that I had seen the bird around Migina.

She was the kind of third rate migina ‘traders’ who I am sure met the zungu and since the next day was Thursday, they decided to live together. I left ‘Komine’ in protest.

This brings me to one conclusion; that brains and money are not necessary in hunting. You only need strategy, style and taste.

These guys may be savvy in many things including nuclear science, medicine etc but they are in third world when it comes to hunting and need serious aid from hunters in the third world like me.

The zungus have no clue about what is the most appropriate bird to hunt. Imagine all these shapely birds in the land of 1K hills and a loaded zungu decides to go hunt third rate street birds in migina. Hard to understand.

My friend Tonto is one in a million. He really takes full advantage of what nature has to offer. He is not known as the heavy duty driver for nothing.

Although he has never gone beyond 45 kg on the weighing scale, he has never dated a bird weighing below 80 kg.

He says he has license from the international traffic police to drive big ‘trucks’. Well, my taste may be a bit different from Tonto’s but I will never agree with the zungus kind of taste.

This region has a lot to offer and there is no need to settle for less. When you are big, you fight big. Ask afande Bush JR

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