I have always been fascinated kwa Mbwa mwitu loups ever since I could remember. The way they disguise themselves in the trees, their wonderful yielding fur, manyoya and the way I get Lost in those deep yellow liquid eyes. Their fur, manyoya calls me, and I just want to stroke my hands through it. I could just let my hands rest in their fur, manyoya forever. Their eerie howl is like a melody to my ears. To others it may sound like ghosts wailing, but to me it sounds like a sonata. A lonely, sad call sent out into the darkness hoping to fall upon the ears of others who share the night's isolation.
