My Heart in Africa: Hakuna Matata

My Heart in Africa: Hakuna Matata

The withered, toothless old man still had a sparkle in his cataract-covered eyes.  Shaking my hand for the umpteenth time, he mumbled, “Hakuna Matata.” It was delightful. I spent a lot of time singing Lion King songs while in Tanzania. There was a rousing bus chorus...