Savuti

If you hear the word, Savuti, it calls up visions of hard-core Africa with stunning sunrises and sunsets. 
You may even faintly hear the opening music of The Lion King in your mind. 

You smell the dry dust, the elephant dung and the quaint smell of the Mopani. 
Savuti, but you must say it in a gruff man’s voice in your head, Savuti. 

It gives you the vision of a tall, tanned man with a sweaty hat, dressed in dirty khakis driving
a Land Rover or an old Land Cruiser. 
A man’s man uses a Pofadder as his belt.

Now picture this, one evening my brother-in-law who was on tour with us, was hitting the showers. 
Then one heard the following words in the ablution block of the place, called Savuti. 

“Johnny, don’t you perhaps have a foot scrubber? The one my wife gave me is a bit too coarse”

Eish!!