Let me start by saying that, the journey of life begins once one is born and ends at death, but in some cases, your journey exceeds your death, and that depends on how you lived your life. Though none of us decided how we were going to be born or where we were going to be born but how we were going to die solely and wholly depend on us.
Back in the late ’80s, my parents started up a rainforest conservation project in Cameroon. They had their adventures getting there, having driven the whole way with all their gear in a Landrover. They almost got lost in the Sahara desert and crossed Chad, which at the time was in the midst of a civil war.
Their project was based in a remote village called Oku, in the north-west province of Cameroon. It revolved around working with local people to protect a remaining island of rainforest on Mt Oku, home of the Oku tribe.