So, this pic is with Samson, the grounds keeper where I live. He's 75 years old and works outside 50 hours a week. He also still drives. Additionally, he teaches me works in the local Nyanja tongue. His folks died while he was still a boy, and he was brought up by missionaries. He's been in Zambia to see the end of the British colonial rule, the multiple decade reign of Kenneth Kaunda, to the current multi-party democracy we experience today.
But none of that qualifies him as for the title I bestowed upon him in the heading of this blog post. The real kicker is that Samson, at 75 years old, still runs to work. That's 4 miles one way. 8 miles round trip. 75 years old. Stud.
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