A wonderfully gripping story marred by some of the worst writing I have come across. There were times when I was under the impression that the author could not possibly have visited Kenya, but I realise this probably not true. He may have been there for a short holiday. Not one single character rang true, not one behaved in or reacted to any given situation in a believable way, his descriptive passages of the glorious African bush were dead and gave no sense of place at all, and he had done no research into the time and mores of the very early 60's just before Independence. (Not only did he know nothing about 1961 Kenya, but also when one of his characters remembered being on a beach on the North Sea with his father in the early 1940's--where were the concrete blocks or the massed barbed wire carefully laid down all along the coastlines of the UK at that time to defeat invasion?) His African names seemed all to be taken out of a book, and PLEASE, when did Masai maidens ever work at domestic jobs in a safari camp? (women did not work in domestic situations). I'm going to stop now because I am so angry about what could have been an exciting African tale which i would recommend to friends.