The water travels through East Tsavo. In the Galana River. It eventually gets to Lugards Falls. The sand, the trees, the cliffs, they all watch as it plummets down into the canyon. Col. Lugard used to write to his girlfriend from here every morning. He was desperately in love with her, despite her being so far away, back home in England. He was saving to buy her a ring and ask her for her hand in marriage. One day he received a letter from her saying she had met someone else back home and was leaving him. She asked him to stop writing and sending the letters. That morning, as the sun rose and painted the cliffs orange, he walked out into the river to be swallowed by the raging torrent.
Original Oil on Canvas Available
1.2m x 1m
Unavailable in print