Before I know it, its morning. The sun paints the canvas that is the sky with a palette full of warm pinks, yellows, and oranges.
I stretch and yawn, and because it is slightly chilly. I place a few more logs on the fire. I look around the enclosure, and notice that Adebanke is not here with me. I do not give this much thought, as I know that she indeed has the freedom to do whatever she wishes.
I go down to the river and splash my head with some water from it, waking myself with the brief cold that ensues. I head back to the camp and change into a clean set of clothing. As I pull the shirt over my head, I hear a loud bellow emit across the savannah. Knowing the sound to be a rhinocerous, I peer over the short fence to see if I can view the creature.
There the male stands with a female. They both look extremely agitated, but I cannot see the source for this aggression.
The large male utters another, low but loud sound before he begins running around.
Then, it appears behind him, a jeep. Knowing that regular safari tours do not occur in this area, I knew it could only be one other thing: poachers.
I crouch down behind one of the huts, afraid that they would not be the most friendly sort of people to be noticed by. Here, I am powerless to do something, I know, but I can hardly be any help if I am caught. Or at least that's how I reasoned out my cowardice to myself.
I watch painfully as the poachers circle the rhino male, laughing at how afraid he is. I hope that maybe they are just playing with him, that perhaps they will just drive away when they get bored, but instead of this happening, my worst fear is realized. One of the poachers brings out his heavy rifle, and shoots at the large male. He falls to the ground as what I suspect is his mate trots off, screaming.
They harvest the large horns that adorned the majestic beast's face, and one young poacher also takes a tooth from the rhino's mouth. He takes a moment to add it to a necklace that he wears around his neck, another small token trophy to accompany several already hanging there. The rest of the rhino is left behind in the dust of the jeep as it roars across the savannah.
I lean back against the hut, crying and hanging my head. I cry not only for the rhino, the cruelty that exists in this world, but also at how powerless I felt to do anything. I cried until sunset, when Adebanke finally came back. She whimpered at me and rested her paw on my knee and licked my face once with her long tongue. I hugged her, and she let me.
The hunter's finally returned, but with no meat. They had gotten some figs from a forest not far away, but the hunt had been largely unsuccessful. I told them of the poachers and admitted that I had done nothing to stop it. They had a hurt look in thier eyes, but I knew it was not because of me. A few of the hunters went out and retrieved some of the meat from the dead rhino, and after saying a few prayers, they solemly went to work at cooking it. I knew it was going to go largely to waste if they did not eat of the fallen beast's meat, but I could not bring myself to eat any of it. I stared blankely at the warm fire until my eyes closed and I fell once again the sleep.
My mind was full of nightmares.