But while driving through a particularly brutal, downtown area full of noisy taxis and exuberant third-world shoppers the other day it occurred to me that these dogs may have received a bit of a life-line from an unlikely source. I saw the piles of litter lying in the streets and gutters, and when I saw the long queue at a Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet a few moments later, the proverbial light went on. I found myself wondering how many thousands of KFC bones get discarded in the streets of inner African cities every day, and I wanted to shout for joy.
The concept of a God would be a very relative thing to voiceless creatures, but to the millions of utterly disenfranchised stray dogs of Africa , Colonel Sanders may well be one.