As a girl growing up on a tea farm in the Aberdare Hills of Kenya’s central highlands, Nancy Githaiga would regularly wake up to the sight of elephants trampling through the neat, knee-high green bushes of her father’s crop.
“We would run out with a tin, which would have some fire inside so that it smoked, and bang the tin until the elephants ran away,” she says, gesturing across the misty green valley of the farm, which the now-55-year-old has since inherited. “The girls were not really supposed to take part, but I would sneak out and join them.”
