Love Love

It’s funny how sometimes people complain of lack of love. Love is everywhere, so tender and sweet. Maybe just what we all need not to have wrinkles on our face. This is not a guide on how to find love, if you feel unlucky, but well….you may discover your way out eventually.

When I was around 6 years, if my memory isn’t failing me, my mother noticed a lot of rats in the house and so she brought a kitten so it could actually eat the rats. Since I was an only child and I was not always allowed to go outside the gate when I get bored, I made this kitten my pet. I’d steal frozen smokies from the freezer and after melting under my pillow I’d give my kitten some part of it. Obviously I had to have the bigger share. That’s how my love for animals probably began. Let me tell you a story of a story.

There was once a young lady, Daphne Sheldrick who lived in Africa in the 1820’s. She lived in Kenya with her family as they were one of the representatives of the colonialists. Daphne had insane love for animals and this is pretty evident as she is the first person to actually hand rear a new born elephant. She had perfected the right husbandry and milk formula to save elephants, rhinos and other baby animals from death.

As you read her book, we see her amazing relationship with loads of orphan animals that she share more than forty years of great friendship and love. Famously known are her majestic elephant Eleanor, the mischievous zebra, the little dwarf mongoose among others.

 She also falls in love with a warden, David Sheldrick, who had wide knowledge on matters of the wild. His death is tragic but inspires Daphne to achieve more than she had already achieved. She is seen as a pro life and has campaigns for an end to poaching and for conservation of kenya's wildlife.

We see love is everywhere, but more purer is this love from nature. It loves back exactly how much we love it, it doesn’t hide any love away from us. I wish we could all love our animals, and see how much love we woud have in the world, I bet suicide would be irrelevant in life, and poaching too.

By Njeri Wangumo