Thirty years ago a lone young man wandered off the plains of the Masai Mara and asked to speak with my father Ron Beaton. He explained that he was seeking employment from our small family business and was keen to start right away. What was unusual was that this stranger drifting through Masai land was not a Masai but from the Boran tribe and more specifically from the very distant town of Garissa in the north east of Kenya. He carried good references and a fine sense of humour and the combination was enough to secure employment with what is now Rekero. 


Kuno began life with us as a temporary labourer but soon it became clear that this man could turn his hand to almost anything. Three decades later there is something very permanent about our now share holder and head man. He shimmies behind the scenes spending his days and nights doing what he does best; keeping us all on the right track, liaising with the community and keeping the Rekero cogs greased and turning. This is no small task even when the weather is kind to us and perhaps that is why it is said that to actually spot Kuno doing nothing is harder than seeing a leopard. 


So when you are next with us do keep your eyes peeled, our regional man of mystery is well worth the time of day if you are lucky enough to catch him. 


His and my best salaams to you all, 


Gerard