Malon was our childhood dog — a real village legend. He was a mix between a fast African runner and a German black guard dog. Pitch black, strong, and full of mischief, he looked like a guard dog but behaved like a spoiled child. Malon ate everything we ate — githeri, ugali, cow soldiers (hides), matumbo, and if he was lucky, even chicken. He didn’t care whether it was hot or cold, as long as it came from Mum’s kitchen. You’d see him sitting there, tongue out, waiting patiently like, “Haya basi, nipelekee share yangu.” But Malon had one big…