I visited a feisty grandmother in Kisumu County, Kenya, a few years ago. Abol was 75 years old then. As she approached to greet us, her gait was sure, and her smile was heartful. Her calloused hand clasped mine gently. We exchanged pleasantries. We talked about the good old days, rains that never tarried, fertile land and bumper harvests, the trees and lush shrubs clothed the slopes yonder, and the crystal-clear waters rolled gently and steadily from the springs.