A little blog about Maobi.
It is now about a year ago that my lovely unruly exciting stallion Maobi arrived from the rarified green pastures of the Circle Hippique in Bamako.
He has acclimatised well and taken on life in the bush with gusto. He does everything with gusto. So much so that I have never dared to ride through the town of Djenne on him, not knowing how he would react and if I was brave enough to face being humiliated in front of the Djenne burghers, most of whom think that a woman should not be seen on horseback. What if he threw me off? What if he simply refused to move? It happens sometimes.
But I decided that it was now or never, and yesterday morning we made our maiden voyage through town...