After Baas Smit made his threat to me that Monday morning ten years ago my mind was jumping from one problem to the next like a grasshopper on a hot day. I was being pulled every which way by every possible name I have.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, it was Nessa. ‘I’m not ready to let you run away from this baby Impi!’

A little while later was another buzz, this time from Bossboy, ‘NP, I’m back and I have another job for you I’ll see you on the weekend,&rsq...