For DP Ruto, the going gets tougher

I’d never come face-to-face with one of those humongous, red-bummed male monkeys until early this year when I found one eating an onion in my living room. Just casually sitting on the carpet, munching on layer after layer – tearlessly I might add - while watching some cartoon that my kid had left running on the telly.

For 30 seconds or thereabouts, I was rooted to the spot, unable to think coherently or act instinctively. I just stood there stupidly, watching the gargantuan ape slurping at the onion like it was a savoury ball of candy, just as cool as can be. Meanwhile, my dog was outside the house howling like a wolf at a full moon, yanking on his leash, trying to free himself from the post he had been tied to. Looking back, he’d been barking at high volume from the time I walked through the front door, and I should have twigged that something was off.