A big smile spread across my face as I looked down into my hands at the pile of elephant dung I was holding. Dozens of worms gyrated their way through it. I’m sure if worms had faces they too would have been smiling in pleasure. I was with James Nangiyo, a Maasai who owned a rather unusual unusual farming business. It was a worm farm.

I was traveling around Kenya’s famous Masai Mara region. I’d visited the reserve itself and marvelled over its silky golden lions and herds of herbivores, but I’d found greater reward in a simple Maasai homestay programme recently established just beyond the confines of the reserve and in which I had learnt that not all was perfect in Eden.

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