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From the valley of the deer

5 months ago, 20 Dec 12:35

By: Magunga

The pride we find in the jungle has no men in it. They are god knows where doing god knows what. One of the lionesses raises her head above the green, towards a hill. Something must have caught her curiosity, we imagine, and as soon as she starts walking away, our theory is confirmed. She does not sprint. She treads softly, often stopping to make sure she is not caught. The moment the other queens of the pride notice she is onto something, two join the hunt. They sneak from the left and the right and as we peer through the binoculars, we see a wild pig in the distance. Oh, it is on! It is not every day we get to witness the stuff we see on Planet Earth live.  I glance to the right to the other tour van and everyone seems to be animated, especially Struan. He has never seen a lion with his two eyes, unless there is a screen between them. He is lucky because on his first ever safari, he gets to see a kill happen. Or not. The wild pig spots the hungry lionesses and scurries away. The pride has not eaten in days, the tour guide tells us, and so they do not have the energy to chase. It does not help that they also have cubs to feed. We were rooting for them. Anyone who has ever had to feed a child understands. I mean, pigs are great, but think about the women and children. Just as a collective aki woishe moan emanates from the van, we notice one of the lionesses walking uphill. The other two fall in formation again. It is incredible how they do not need to make a sound to coordinate an attack. Human beings we are so inadequate. We need coded languages and someone to say “Alpha, this is Bravo Team. We are going dark.” into an over-over so that we can see through simple operations like capturing Osama. Lionesses, however, operate through natural Bluetooth. One sees a prey and the other ones automatically receive a message saying, “OK Ladies, now let’s get in formation. Then we slay!” Our eyeballs are trained towards the direction the lionesses are heading. There we see a family of warthogs happily trudging along. The rules of watching game is that you do not interfere. If you love warthogs, that is fantastic, but you cannot go warn them ati they are in danger. Same way, if you are Team Nala, you cannot cheer them on, blow vuvuzelas or start commentating like those Radio Jambo peeps who like to score even when the match is in halftime. Here in the Masai Mara, you keep silent thi! All you can do is watch. Struan brings the lenses to his face and edges closer to his seat. We are all cheering for the lions here. Silently, of course. That is how cold the jungle turns us. We find ourselves hoping that a family is ...
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From the valley of the deer

5 months ago, 20 Dec 12:35

By: Magunga
The pride we find in the jungle has no men in it. They are god knows where doing god knows what. One of the lionesses raises her head above the green, towards a hill. Something must have caught her curiosity, we imagine, and as soon as she starts walking away, our theory is confirmed. She does not sprint. She treads softly, often stopping to make sure she is not caught. The moment the other queens of the pride notice she is onto something, two join the hunt. They sneak from the left and the right and as we peer through the binoculars, we see a wild pig in the distance. Oh, it is on! It is not every day we get to witness the stuff we see on Planet Earth live.  I glance to the right to the other tour van and everyone seems to be animated, especially Struan. He has never seen a lion with his two eyes, unless there is a screen between them. He is lucky because on his first ever safari, he gets to see a kill happen. Or not. The wild pig spots the hungry lionesses and scurries away. The pride has not eaten in days, the tour guide tells us, and so they do not have the energy to chase. It does not help that they also have cubs to feed. We were rooting for them. Anyone who has ever had to feed a child understands. I mean, pigs are great, but think about the women and children. Just as a collective aki woishe moan emanates from the van, we notice one of the lionesses walking uphill. The other two fall in formation again. It is incredible how they do not need to make a sound to coordinate an attack. Human beings we are so inadequate. We need coded languages and someone to say “Alpha, this is Bravo Team. We are going dark.” into an over-over so that we can see through simple operations like capturing Osama. Lionesses, however, operate through natural Bluetooth. One sees a prey and the other ones automatically receive a message saying, “OK Ladies, now let’s get in formation. Then we slay!” Our eyeballs are trained towards the direction the lionesses are heading. There we see a family of warthogs happily trudging along. The rules of watching game is that you do not interfere. If you love warthogs, that is fantastic, but you cannot go warn them ati they are in danger. Same way, if you are Team Nala, you cannot cheer them on, blow vuvuzelas or start commentating like those Radio Jambo peeps who like to score even when the match is in halftime. Here in the Masai Mara, you keep silent thi! All you can do is watch. Struan brings the lenses to his face and edges closer to his seat. We are all cheering for the lions here. Silently, of course. That is how cold the jungle turns us. We find ourselves hoping that a family is ...
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