“Benga, you are going to be alright. I’ve got you.” Benjamin helps me carry him to Miles’ Land Cruiser.
“Benjamin, let’s put him in the back area of the Cruiser until we make a bed for him in the back seat. He has to be able to extend and elevate his leg. It’s going to be a long and uncomfortable ride to town. I’ll go grab some blankets and pillows. You can help by supporting his head and helping him keep his leg still, I’ll be right back.” I squeeze Bengas’ right hand. “Stay brave, soldier.” Benga squeezes my hand in return and smiles up at me.
“I’ve got him Charles,” Benjamin replies.
Turning to walk back to the camper, I become aware of our now visible surroundings. In the welcomed brightness, I can now see the exploded and charred light pole, the devastation to the camper from the fallen acacia tree, and the damage to the door and side from the maddened male lion. I turn and look back at Benjamin.
“Oh man! Benjamin, have you ever seen anything like that?”
“No, Charles. In the daylight I’ll take some photos. No one will ever believe this.” (lioness roar)