“Gentlemen, another thing,” I said solemnly. “Before breakfast I was on the radio with the Game Department. There has been a lion attack, night before last, just south of here, near Uregi. That’s not very far. It seems a pride of three rouge lions, one large male, and two female, entered a Masai village and dragged one sleeping man out of his hut and into the bush. The family of the man, and the people of the village could do nothing but watch in horror as the lions pulled their victim into the darkness. The Game Warden said the report says the man was not dead as the lions carried him away. He was screaming and fighting, but powerless. The male had the man by his neck. His remains were found yesterday morning. Oh what a horrible death,” I said.
“Oh my God,” Bryce said.
“Jabari kumasaidia ( God help them),” Makali whispered.
“Anything we can do?” Myles asked.
“I wish,” I said. “We can’t put our guests in that kind of danger, but we better watch and be extra careful,” I added.
“Lion don’t normally roam too far from their home. I’d think we’re far enough away,” Bryce said.
“Yes, hopefully, but these are confirmed man-eaters now. They will be unpredictable. All we can do is be prepared and alert.” I said.
“Charles, as you know, lion attacks are much more frequent in Tanzania than in Kenya. I can’t even remember the last time I heard of a human being mauled by lion in Kenya.” Myles said.