So by now I’ve gathered enough stories from a few animals here, some of us will be moving in a few weeks, that means I’ve got to write as much as I can. I started with Matope’s story and having heard that story from the animal that went through them, it really brings a new perspective to your field of vision. Matope left this world on May 5th, his loss was expected at such an age but still painful to those who knew him both human and animal. Most of the humans here were crying and the other elephants were grieving as well and I was grieving too. It can takes a lot of experience through this life, learning the Hard way but Matope’s words taught me many things about his time in the world. His journey and a few wise words gave me a view of how harsh the world can truly be. When the humans finally took away his body, I got to talk to one of the Female elephants. She looked how you humans would say middle aged and that was to me. Only the skies know how old she truly was. Anyway, I approached her by treetop and that’s were Her story begins.

“Who are you?” She asked upon seeing me in the branches, stepping towards me steadily and suspiciously. “My name is N’dinika and I –” I didn’t get to finish ’cause she interrupted. “I know you are, we all do. These ears aren’t for nothing. We heard you while you were talking to Dear Matope.” She said it like she wasn’t sad at all. “You sound unaffected about his death.” I said. She looked at me from my place on the tree. I knew she could just as easily push this tree down and make me as flat as the ground and as dead as ….. well, anything that dies. Her black and brown eyes kept steady on me. “We are all affected by his departure but it is the way life works, once you are born you must die at some point in time. It is the way of the circle.” She said and there came a silence between us. ” You came here for something? ” she asked as she uprooted grass with her trunk and put them in her mouth. ” I thought you knew already, after all you did hear me talking to Matope. ” I replied “Very well. What do you want to know?” She asked as she continued eating. ” Everything. ” I answered, eager to get the answers I wanted. The story I needed. ” That is a lot for one such as yourself to ask.” “Go ahead. Take all the time you need.” I don’t think she liked me. “As you wish.” She said

” My name is Kama, I was born of the matriarch of my herd. We prospered in the savannah, always moving, growing making paths, showing the other animals where water was in the driest of seasons and usually along that same mission we met other Elephants. We formed bonds, shared stories, our ways of movement. All the children were allowed to play with each other. It was a peaceful existence. A peaceful time. Then one day, we heard shots. We thought at first that they were just sounds of lighting but they became too frequent and the more we travelled, the more carcasses we saw. What we thought strange was the animals didn’t smell sick, most of them were not old, they did not carry bite marks and gaping wounds any predator could inflict. The only animals that were upon the carcasses were vultures, jackals and hyenas. We travelled further till we caught the smell of lions. We went further in but the scent hadn’t moved. Not one of them were moving our way. Our Matriarch, my mother, and a few of my aunts went to investigate. They went very close and stilled. Mother went as far as to touch the male one and turn him over. She cried out and took a few steps back. The male had no head. It was cut clean off. We all came closer. Horror filled our eyes. Most of the lions had no heads. Two of them had no hide. Just muscle and blood. The blood ran into the ground. Buzzards and vultures were half way into the cubs. On the ground were signs of struggle and another set of scents. It wasn’t the birds or the lions. It was the smell of human, but it smelt completely different. There were small point holes on the lions’ body, up to two or three. The most was five and that was on the male’s body. The one that had no head. We quickly left, fearing that the strange humans who did this were around and would still come back. We kept on our travels. More carcasses, even birds were no longer safe. We caught the smell of water and started for it. We came to a river, many animals were already there and we caught snips of their conversations. They said the new human was paler than the sand of the savannah and carried sticks that threw strange stones which entered animals and were killed instantly. Some said they caught animals in traps and took them live. The whole savannah was in chaos. A bird cried, we heard the shot and all hell broke loose. Animals ran here and there. Crocodiles sank deeper into the river, the hippos followed. The birds took to the sky. More shots came and they started falling down to the ground. Many animals were already on the ground, their blood seeping into the earth. Dead. They deployed their own breed of jackal to kill and corner. They took the cornered prisoner wrapping them in strange weblike contraptions. Some predators started cornering other animals. Never killing just trapping. They were working with the new jackal breed and this new man. They cornered young ones most and the humans trapped them and carried them off on strange that made grunting sounds after swallowing the animals and men. None had any idea what was going on. Two leopards cornered my cousin and I. We were small enough to be intimidated, small enough to pick off. Before we knew it m, the weblike contraptions were over us and we were being dragged to the swallowing beast. We thrashed but nothing worked. We saw man and beast working together to kill and destroy. The men got bolder and started shooting directly at animals, giving commands to their helpers, telling them which one to kill and which one to trap. I saw them laugh and count all they killed, all they had others trap for them. The only animals left at the river were dead. Blood was everywhere. They carried some of animals to the other swallowing beasts. The others they began to skin immediately, leaving parts to their jackals and other aiders. I saw lions, cheetahs and leopards. They were all fit and strong. Waiting to feast. We watched how they decapitated, so many animals. How they skinned them. If one had a little bit of life they’d call on one of them to kill it or play with it. The game ended with the poor animal being torn to shreds. The humans removed bone and teeth and left the rest. Some started shooting into the river. The water jumped and swirled. Hippos, fish, crocodiles and snakes floated to the surface. Coating the river in red. They collected the bodies. Smiling and laughing like the monstrosities they were. This new man killed in numbers for no reason. They killed just for fun. And they didn’t care about the destruction they brought. The swallowing animal started moving and the river grew distant. All sounds disappeared, only the noise of the animal carrying us and our own filled our ears. They kept some of their helpers with us to ensure we didn’t try anything. We got to their Dens. And tied us with rope and chain. Refusing us water and food till we were very weak. They bent us to do their will. To do things we did not want. They made us fight each other for their fun. They pit predator against prey to see who would win. They pit much larger animals against their own. I was put in a cage with two hungry lions. They did damage to my trunk and my ears. I killed one of them by throwing them a cross the cage till he hit the bars. Hard. I heard the sickening crunch of bone and saw the blood run. And the humans shouted and cheered. It was in this hell that I came to know that the humans the animals knew before were used as servants and slaves on their own land. I watched a pale one pull out that horrible device they called a gun and shoot a young male, the normal type of man we used to see. We saw him die. His mother wailed and cried. The pale man grabbed her by her hair and tossed her to his jackals and made other ones watch as they tore her apart and ate her. It was here where I saw man kill man and it wasn’t the last. They made the elephants carry heavier guns on their backs, collared us, they bred us, forced us to breed more and branded us. They sold us and the soil coloured man. They put us in a war we had no hand in. A war we did not want to fight. I watched animals I had come to know die. I watched my cousin and my children die. I was nearly at death’s entrance. My journey nearly completed in agony. But I lived. I could not get the collar and the shackles off of me and so carried them. I was free in a world that was dying. The balance was being thrown off fast and we could do nothing. I remember seeing lions and other predators move into human homes to kill and eat because there was nothing left. I stole from their farms in order to survive. I was burned and shot at. No male wanted to mate with me and I remained Alone. For five years, I roamed and found not a single herd from my home. I found dead elephants already decomposing. Food for scavengers and any predator that cared. My luck changed and I found sisters. They helped me remove the shackles but not the collar. The shots disappeared and life seemed to return but things could never be the way to used to be. Man began again and I lost more of the ones I cared for. The earth lost more. Till again I was alone. Save for a few young ones. I was the matriarch now. Like my mother. A position I never thought I would have. I kept them safe until all of a sudden everything blacked out. I opened my eyes here with the young ones and the painful collar removed from my neck. I did not trust these humans at first but time changed that. More Elephants were brought here, some of them perished but again we grew. They let us out every now and again and some of us choose to remain in the wild. We come here to have our young ones where it is safe. I am Ninety seven years of age and I know what I am saying when I say everything is disappearing fast. Faster that can be fixed. I have seen greed, hate, pain, anguish and death. The animals understand but most of man does not. They continue to take without thinking and that will lead to their destruction.

I thanked Kama for her time and apologized for everything my kind did to her. She did not reply and left. I think about what Kama and Matope went through and all the harm you humans are causing. The earth can’t take anymore and the balance is broken and going past the point of no return.

If only you all would listen! Each and every creature serves a purpose aside from human needs. You destroy habitat, you destroy our kingdom and its subjects. You keep breaking and messing with the laws of nature. What kind of sign do you need for you to stop already?!?!



Last week I went to the place where they keep the Elephants. I’ve seen an Elephant only once in my life, it was a bull and that was when, let’s say humans got to him. I remember he had two big horns coming out from behind his trunk, I couldn’t tell how big he was because I was at a far distance and when the humans came, he went down and I felt the earth shake a little. He must’ve been really big. But past experience couldn’t prepare me for the sight that was came before me. The Elephants were absolutely humongous, bigger than me by…..I don’t know, they were HUGE! And they had really big horns, some had only one though and some had none at all, like the two calves I saw. It made me more curious and none of that curiosity kills the cat nonsense. I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t as stupid as to intrude into the space of these giants. I’d be crushed! So I did they only thing common sense could allow. I tried to catch their attention. Which did not work out with the female group, they completely ignored me! So I tried with one that was all alone. It was a bull and he looked very very old. He was munching on some grass. It really amazed me, how he grabbed them with his trunk and raised them to his mouth. It was through him that I now know those “ horns” were actually teeth called Tusks! And they are way bigger,heavier, stronger and sharper than mine. But the old bull had only one whole tusk on one side and a jagged broken one on the other. I asked him about it and that’s were his story begins.
“ My name, young one is Matope( just what the humans call him) and I am a very old Elephant as you can see but one with so much knowledge. Elephants never forget, in all my lifetime, I’ve never forgotten any path, waterhole or event that has gone by that I was there to witness. I have witnessed great migrations, seen the worst of nature and the worst of animals and the worst of the creature called man. I was only but a calf when a group of wet soil coloured men ambushed us from the trees, our matriarch reared us back and we created a stampede back the way we came. Every living thing on the ground ran for their lives and most didn’t make it. I remember that we were of huge numbers, the smallest herd consisted of forty members, mine consisted of over a hundred. I remember the chaos, the noise and the barbed wires. I remember many getting caught and struggling to remove themselves, that was the first time in all my young years that I saw blood run. The rest of us saw the trick and ran the other way and we off to safety. The sky turned red as we heard banging sounds, heard the sickening sound of shattering skulls, the menacing sound of bone being brutally cut from where the belonged, so many were lost and we shed tears that day, my herd and i. It was the last time I saw most of my aunts, my cousins, it was the last day I saw my mother and it was the last day we all saw our matriarch. It was the day that our numbers heavily dwindled, it was that day that I knew of man and it wouldn’t be the last.  We all grieved for months, many orphaned calves died as our journey continued, some just didn’t have the will to live on, they had no milk and grieved themselves to death. Others moved on, the day of so much loss permanently etched into our brains. Our herd was barely thirty in number now but we moved on. Seasons passed and we had made many journeys and our herd grew into a fairly sized one, up to eighty in number and I time passed I knew it was almost time for me to leave and go it alone, like my father and his ancestors.  I left with two other cousins, we decided to stick together for a few weeks but then we dissolved. I went my way and they went theirs. I journeyed through savanna and even brushed up a little bit of the jungle. I remember it well, so much green and water and mud. On my expeditions I saw man grow, expanding their territory, killing and capturing anything in their path. I saw both plant eaters and predators like you, N’dinika being captured and forced to bend to the rule of man. I saw them grow trees and grasses and saw them being selfish with it. Setting fire to whatever they did not like or did not need ablaze, while the animals watched. I saw the land change as they kept cutting and burning. Soon the land would dry up and leave nothing alive, so I left that place and moved on. I found love and I left it with the hopes that they would survive. From her I learnt of a new coloured type of man, one that was as pale as the underbelly of a crocodile and as greedy as a warthog.  I came back to the land that I left and smelt water only a few miles away. As I grew closer I saw more trees, succulent and tasty but resting on them were venomous snakes, ones completely green with only their eyes as tell tell signs and the sent of rodent, on the ground I saw thick snakes, ones like Betole and I saw crocodiles, I knew then that the grassland had made way for a river. A big one. I saw Hippopotamus in large numbers spotting on its surface, plants grew here and there and even in the water, nearby I heard a pride of lions resting after a kill, the stench of dead hippo and impala filled the air. The area was thriving. The village man had made was no longer there. Its previous location was smack dab in the middle of the river. It had been wiped out. Lost both to man and time. The river I speak of is one not far from here and one that provides us with water. 
In later years I saw not one single man neither dead or alive and I was content but my happiness could not last that long. Man developed new ways to hunt down animals, their intelligence expanding, their greed and selfishness also. They not only began to hunt from the land but also the air and water. Nothing was safe, not even snakes. They introduced new animals that they allowed to grow and eat, protecting them and looking for blood when one was killed. I rarely saw Elephants anymore, or Zebra, lions, Eagles or Leopards, neither did I see cheetahs, or apes that resided in the jungle. Everything was disappearing and man was the cause of it. Soon parts of the savanna was in imbalance, one side had more plant eaters than those who ate meat, another had too many meat eaters and not enough plant eaters, while others  had nothing. Absolutely nothing.  It was then that man came for me, this time I heard a huge bird and decided to ignore it but it kept coming closer until I realised it was too huge of a bird and started running. I felt pain in my back in several places, it was too much pain. It was crippling. And I went down. I didn’t know what to expect, they came down from what looked like a gigantic hollowed out humming bird.  Man spilled out both mud coloured and pale, i finally got to see that type and it would be the first and  last time, one carrying a stick and the others sharp edged tools. They set to work like evil ants and messily hacked of my tusk. Laughing, and talking in their own tongue. They had plans and those plans would be the end of me. They brought out this thing the called a saw and were hacking off the remnants of my trunk and my body with it. They were going to take off my head and there seemed to be no stopping it and the torture was longer as elephant skin is very thick. I felt something leave me, my eyes cast down to see blood pooling on the ground. It was finally my time and humans were going to bring it. I faded into blackness and waited for the end but when I woke up I was alive and weak. The same mud coloured humans coming close, my instincts kicked in and I wanted to fight, they covered my eyes with some kind of material that looked like the sky, I felt numb and couldn’t move a muscle. I slept once more and woke up here and I have been in this part of the reserve ever since, coming back to this building every single year for thirty years. I am currently a hundred and sixty years old. I have seen great wickedness at the hands of man and yet I have been shown kindness. N’dinika you asked me what I would like to share with the humans, what I’d like to tell them and here it is and I’ll add this, man must hear and man must speak, for little has been done for most in need, tell them that I saw that nature needs to be protected and preserved.”
Matope’s story is one the world really needs to hear and needs to know and I urge you to share this so people can be more aware of the plight of their long forgotten neighbours.
Matope is coming to the end of his days and peacefully too, the staff is always watching him. I’ll inform you when he passes.
Told N’dinika from Matope the Elephant.


So what better to start with than myself. My name is N’dinika and if you read my about post, you’d know I’m a Leopardess and I said I’ll explain how I have a twitter and fanfiction account and I will just in a little bit. I was born in the wild between two countries, one of which is Wakanda( I won’t tell you where I actually come from, just in case you accidentally send out some weird humans checking), the other is your guess. I remember being born with three other siblings, two males and one female. Two brothers and one sister. I remember mother was loving and strict, telling us not to play with human things i.e broken bottles and plastic or try dancing with serpents. She would bring us meat and keep us safe. One day she went out to bring food and didn’t come back for a long time, we were playing to pass the time, putting up mock fights and pouncing and playfully biting each other. Then we heard howling and we stopped playing, our focus on where the howling had come from. Jackals. Without wasting anymore time we got off the ground and went off to hide, trying to stay out of sight in the bushes but that didn’t hinder them, they kept getting closer and closer and there was no place to hide. I don’t know what happened but I saw one of my brothers climb up a tree and the jackals trying to get to him and the rest of us took our cue. I wasn’t fast enough and one jackal swipped his claws and got me from behind and I landed with a thud on the floor, I got up to try the tree again but he was blocking it and the pack was surrounding me. I could hear my siblings calling out to our mother where ever she was but even if she got the message I’d be dead before she would get close enough. So I made a mad dash and the jackals followed, I ran in zig zags but the cornered me towards the edge of the cave we called home, and I did what came into mind. I jumped and caught a branch and clung on. They howled and tried clawing at us, sniffing round the trees, just waiting. It felt like eternity before mother arrived and made quick work of those dogs. We were all happy when they were gone and climbed down to join mother, she sniffed us and licked us, checking if we were OK. She licked the side of my left leg, it hurt badly and for the next few weeks I was limping painfully.

I still have the scar, even now I can’t look at the jackals in here without wanting a little blood. That’s just a part of my story. You’ll find out more about me in later posts.

Goodbye for now



I’m using this blog to tell you humans about the animal kingdom, about their lives and experiences.
P.s I’m in a rescue facility and I’ll start with the animals in here and no I will not say which facility because you humans dissect what you find interesting. They call me N’dinika in here and I’m a Leopardess. You can find me on twitter @Tleopardess and on fanfiction.net using the golden Leopardess. I’ll explain later. Bye.

Art by Panthers.arven on Instagram.