I left Zimbabwe when I was sixteen. Sixteen is a difficult age at the best of times and leaving behind everything that I knew was hard. I missed home and I missed my friends. I missed the Zambezi River. And even though it was just … Continue reading On Zimbabwe, home and belonging
This week I was beyond lucky to get to visit Jack’s Camp in the Makgadikgadi Pans, Botswana. I’ve always wanted to go to the Kalahari Desert and to this particular lodge so when the opportunity came up, I was like yes yes yes. Even though … Continue reading Jack’s Camp, Makgadikgadi
I’ve just been on a weekend trip to the Manyaleti game reserve and it was astonishing in every single way. Apart from the stunning lodge, the food and the extraordinary game viewing, the trip got me thinking a lot about names. We stayed at a … Continue reading Intangible feeling of love
I blog about food and dogs and wine because Jesus Christ what is going on in this country. We read the news and it’s never ending, baby rape, child rape, rape, sexual assault which has been out of control for fucking years, racism, farm murders, … Continue reading This is not fine
There’s a fabulous dive bar in my hood and last time I went there with my girlfriends we got a little bit drunk, planned a trip to Bali and the next day we’d booked our air tickets and were already trying on bikinis. Last night … Continue reading Looking for a mechanic.
We women are pretty damn smart. We carry babies for nine months, push them out, love them and at some time, we point out the hospital in which they were born. Turtles are one up on us. Loggerhead and Leatherback Turtles always make their way … Continue reading A Biology Lesson
So I’m the kind of feminist who always stands up for women but also thinks men sometimes get a raw deal and maybe we should be gentler on them, maybe they’re just insecure and yeah, we shouldn’t really blame them for all our problems.
But fuck that.
They are to blame for everything and I know this because I have witnessed it first hand.
It was a balmy evening, 01 December 2016. Kruger National Park. We were sitting having a glass of wine in the hot African bush when suddenly, screaming.
Get in, get in, yelled the game ranger, hurtling us into the jeep. We scrambled in. And there, just around the corner, was a lioness bringing down a buffalo.
The lioness was fierce, the buffalo enormous. She tackled him head on, pulling him down with her mighty paws. He fought, he kicked, he got up again, she leapt on his back, sunk her mouth around his neck, dragged him down, he lashed out, she climbed in, dust everywhere, the screams, the growls, the fight, the cries, the gasps, the roars, it was pretty bloody violent.
She held on to him. Kept her mouth around his neck and stayed put. Our ranger explained that lions kill buffalo by suffocating them. He was on the ground, kicking and screaming, she was steadfast in her smothering.
‘This is going to take a long time’, the ranger explained. ‘This lioness does not have any canines.’
‘What, why?’ we all asked.
He explained. ‘Her teeth were knocked out when she got into a fight with a male lion. Boom bang, he knocked them out with one huge swoop.’
As he said that, the male lion, who had been nowhere in sight, suddenly wandered into the scene. Slowly, surely, padding his way out of the bush with a huge magnificent mane and a glint in his eyes.
The buffalo still fought and kicked. The lioness still smothered.
And the male lion watched. He did a bit of smelling, gave the buffalo a few pre-dinner licks, a couple of self satisfied roars, and then, settled back on to the most comfortable of rocks to watch dinner being prepared.
The buffalo took a long time to die. The lioness took a long time to kill him. And once he was dead, the male sauntered over. Pushed the lioness out the way.
And got stuck in.
Delicious, fabulous, fresh buffalo meat, killed by the very woman whose teeth he had knocked out.
It’s like real life. I am so with the lioness, who I imagine was not that happy with just the leftovers.
Fuck the patriarchy. It’s time to support 16 Days of Activism. And more.
From 25 November, the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, to 10 December, Human Rights Day, the 16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence Campaign is a time to galvanize action to end violence against women and girls around the world.
http://www.africaonfoot.com – for excellent game sightings!