Mubare. Habinyanja. Rushegura. The names are not poetic. They are clinical. They are how the rangers keep track of who is alive, who is pregnant, who has wandered into a neighbouring group's territory and started something that may take weeks to resolve.
Sarah has been a ranger for nineteen years. She knew Kanyonyi as a juvenile and watched him become a silverback. She was there the morning he was found, badly hurt, after a fight none of the rangers witnessed. She does not romanticise the forest. She protects it.
Every IMAGINE permit we secure pays, directly, traceably, for a portion of Sarah's salary, a portion of her colleague's boots, and a portion of the children's school fees in the village that ringfences the park. The traveller is part of the count.
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