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?!?!