Chasing The Leopard Finding the Lion. Julie Wakeman-Linn
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CHASING THE LEOPARD
FINDING THE LION
CHASING THE LEOPARD
FINDING THE LION
Julie Wakeman-Linn
PUBLISHED BY
Mkuki na Nyota Publishers Ltd
Nyerere Road, Quality Plaza Building
P. O. Box 4246
Dar es Salaam, Tanzania
www.mkukinanyota.com [email protected]
© Julie Wakeman-Linn, 2012
ISBN 978-9987-08-178-3
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DEDICATION
To Mary Wakeman-Linn,
one of my earliest and most supportive readers
CONTENTS
Bumi Hills Lodge, Hwange, Zimbabwe,June 20, 1997
Harare, Zimbabwe, June 24, 1997
Bumi Hills Lodge, Zimbabwe, June 25, 1997
Hwange National Park, Friday, sunset
The Farm
Bumi Hills
Siavonga, Zambia
Monze
Lusaka
Lusaka
The Lusaka Polo Club
Lusaka and Monze
Lusaka
Monze, September
Lusaka, October
Lusaka
Monze, early November
Lusaka
Lusaka
Siavonga
Postscript, Leopard’s Lane, June 1998
Special thanks to Walter Bgoya, Tapiwa Muchechemera, Warren Reed, and Mkuki Bgoya in Tanzania for creating a beautiful book.
To my mentors and teachers--Richard Peabody, Jay Parini, Lee K Abbott, Margot Livesey--thank you for your encouragement. To my MC writing group and the Glen Echo writing group, more thanks. Writers give the best feedback.
To Lisa Friedman, a writing partner extraordinaire.
In memory of Mary Jo Wakeman and Bob Wakeman. Thank also to Rik and Jim, because in combination with Bob, your influence gave birth to this story.
For JKL, who always believes in me.
PROLOGUE Bumi Hills Lodge, Hwange, Zimbabwe, June 20, 1997
The rays of the setting sun blanketed the lodge roof, warming Brett Cunningham, his camera, and his beer. He focused on the acacia tree, hoping for a leopard, but the glare blinded him. “These rallies don’t change anything.”
“You’re wrong. This protest will be different.” Isaac Mtonga picked at the thatch. “I’ll find that telephoto lens you want. You should come with me.”
A big roan antelope entered the clearing, his horns casting a curved shadow upon the waterhole. Brett tracked it with his viewfinder as the roan dipped his head to the water’s edge. “Leave the government thugs to the city types. I’ll stay right here and film 20 hours a day.”
The water splashed. The roan’s head disappeared. Its chestnut body swayed, then the roan’s neck flung back, pulling up a crocodile hanging from his face. Brett kept them in focus, even though his foot slipped. A tug on his collar stopped him from sliding.
The croc hung on for two-three seconds, then dropped back into the water. The roan shook, shivering his whole body. Blood dripped down the white stripe markings of his face.
“Nasty attack.” Brett lowered his camera. “Thanks, Buddy.”
“We’d better stop at two beers if you’re going to ride the roof down to the lawn for every croc bite.” Isaac chuckled.
“Crocs will eat anything.” Brett aimed another shot as the roan staggered from the water’s edge. An infection from that injury would likely kill the big bull. “Do you have to go to Harare? You could get the boss his supplies in Bulawayo and be back quicker.” Brett drained his beer. “Maybe help me with filming.”
“You don’t get it. I