My fondest memories were made while exploring the deep jungles of Y'mboham. This magical island, south-east off the west coast of the mother continent, which I used to refer to as 'the island with a thousand caves', was home to the Ukudoeka tribe. I spent nearly 15 months with them, studying their odd culture, trying to become skilled at their peculiar ways of hunting the Impunzi - a small hog-like buck.
This unusual looking buck had the eye-site of a baby hawk, the cunningness of a viper, and the strength of a warthog. However, the Impunzi was not a beast blessed with an automatic immunity from savage hunters. Nature, regrettably, thought it best to furnish our buck with the agility of a senile tortoise. Even the most novice of the hunters could easily track down and kill this creature doomed by millions of years of evolution.
Providentially for our senile buck, the local hunters had a hindrance of their own - they had Prosopagnosia - a mental condition in which the hunters were incapable of distinguishing between the faces of their own tribe members and objects that they should know. The Impunzi buck would more often than not be mistaken for a burnt piece of timber.
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