Recently, I walked from my birth home in Enkutoto, where my family lives, to my house in Esupetai where I live with Ann, my wife, who was in America at the time. It’s a long journey by foot, more than 60 kilometers, and I have to leave at 6 in the morning to reach Esupetai by around 6 in the evening. I have to get to Esupetai before dark because the elephants have been very many lately and very angry.
It was dusk and I had just completed my safari, and started cooking tea with my two workers. The sun was down and it was turning dark. We were outside next to the fire when we heard the dogs barking. We suspected elephants because they had come around quite a lot lately. They always come to our fence and tried to break into the compound to pull up the many small trees we planted, as there has been a long drought and not many trees remaining in the area for this animal with a very big stomach. We started barking ourselves along with the dogs, making as much noise as we could, and began running after the elephants to scare them away.
The two elephants went into reverse and left, and we turned around to go back home. One elephant had changed her mind. When she saw us turn around, she stopped running and hid inside the bushes. And as we were walking back toward the compound, she took off after us. That one had her eye on me and started making a bee line toward me. I have long legs and can run fast so I thought I could make it to the house before she could catch up.
In the dark though I didn’t see the downed wire from our broken fence, and as I was running as fast as I knew how over it, my foot got caught up into it one of the coils. Down I went with a crash and a sudden sharp pain. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t stand up. My workers had made it to their house in safety and expected me to be right next to them. But, I just lay there not making a sound, not knowing whether the elephant was going to kill me or not, almost expecting to feel the large tusks of that mighty animal pierce my body. I lay there as still as I could, barely breathing, beginning to notice the pain in my leg.
I could hear the elephant snort, she wasn’t far away, but the sound was not coming any closer. I lay very still. I knew she could smell me but I didn’t understand why she was not coming closer. It was very dark and no moon – maybe she has lost sight of me. Nothing happened for several minutes. It was a standoff – who was going to make the first move. I almost stopped breathing so the sound of my breath would not give me away. I could not call for help because she would know where I was. My leg was beginning to hurt.
Then ,I heard something move; I was not sure whether she was coming for me or going away.
I waited: it seemed I was going to be around a little longer – she was reversing.
When I was certain she was gone, after around 15 minutes, I called my workers and they saw me lying there. They brought a big long stick so I could hobble towards my house putting no pressure on my leg. I lay down on the bed and tried to sleep, but the pain was setting in and I couldn’t move.
But I was alive! and I very lucky because I had escaped the fate of two men in our community who died at the tusks of elephants in just this last week.
I waited until the next morning to make some calls. It was one of the longest nights of my life. When it was morning in the US, I called my wife to break the news.
And that brings us to the next story in my amazing life adventure. Sonkoi
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