THE WOLF OF THE DESERT
[Mwai Haji Njenga]
(10/23/2005)
The weather was hot some would say abnormally hot. However growing up in Kenya, I would say that it was almost cool. The sweat seemed to sizzle on my body. I took of f my black beret and removed the cigar which I was smoking merely out of boredom. I told them what would happen if they were late, but here I was sitting back in my gigantic tent in the middle of the Ethiopian desert. There was so much work to be done. Lowering the cigar, I stared up at the top of the canopy. Several flies buzzed around the top trying to catch a much needed second of shade. My two guards were playing a game of poker as my mind began to drift to better days, the days of fine wine, beautiful Kenyan women, stacks of blood money, and many treasures from the east. The capital city of Nairobi was in the palm of our hands, my hands. Our family began to grow into the thousands. As we began to set our sights on bigger slices of the pie, nature began to take affect. Greed began to spread across my family, which my father had always called “the nature of man”. He would fumble through stacks of money that he would say was made by paying the ultimate price. “Blood money,” he would whisper to me as the money never stopped coming in. Over the bloodshed years my father had grown religious and became a “born again Christian”. Trying to curb the violence and establish peace in Kenya my father tried converting the family. To stop the inevitable bloodshed and fighting that this would cause, my father officially “blessed me” as the leader before his conversion. Greed helped us survive, but Christianity became our cancer.
When this disease hit our family it drew on the dark times. Now our family is feuding within itself, divided into two factions, one loyal to my father willing to change and the other loyal to me willing to make money. The Kenyan Government with the assistance of the United Nations was able to release our families’ grip on the capital city. After the arrest and slaughter of hundreds of our family members we were pushed back to the four corners of Kenya. Finally the majority faction, the real faction, my faction was exiled to Ethiopia and other countries. My leadership and power is waning every day. I can feel it in my very bones. It would only be a matter of time before our great Mungiki family would begin to splinter even more. It is my destiny to bring the family back together and reclaim our land, our home. We must eliminate those that wish to tear us from within and build us back up to our former glory. We have to recapture our home of Nairobi and eliminate the traitors including my own father.
The cigar began to feel warm between my fingers as the guilt crept over me. It always seemed to come when boredom set in. Maybe that is why I am in this cursed place? I saw my family, my real family beginning to fall apart and I tried to repair it. I shook my head, “no, I will repair it.” The cigar roasted in my hand, unity would be achieved with the beheading of my father. The disloyalty made me sick. I stared at my bloody machete on the opposite table with a custom grip. It had been a long time since I was able to hold it again. In truth I was surprised that it was even still around held by a dear friend of the family. A now turned spy in the Kenyan police department. My stay in the American prison named Attica was a long stretch, but I was able to make it. After a few conflicts were settled, I breezed my way through. The United Nations, what a joke! I felt a sneer appear on my face, it took two trials but I was able to return home, “Acquitted on all charges.” Man was that a head rush. I returned home and walked into a mess. Unable to handle the business, I have become more of general leading troops into battle. Allah let me slide by once, he wasn’t going to give me a second chance.
“Mwai, Mwai,” came a panicked voice as a tired man stumbled into the tent. His sweating hands clenched a muddy pistol. I lowered my cigar placing it in my ashtray. I stared at the man as his presence disgusted me, “how…dare…you enter my tent without announcing yourself!” The man stood as his eyes trembled in fear, “I…so sorry, but you said to tell you the moment when…” A body was thrown into the tent as a voice yelled “Mwai it is us!” I turned from my seat, “enter!” My eyes focused on the trembling man who lay choking on my sand covered oriental rug. “Well, well, well if it isn’t my father’s left hand man,” my attention was drawn to a man that was covered in mud and dried blood sticking to his arms. “You boys didn’t even clean yourselves up,” the larger of the two men just stood in polite respect. “You said to bring him the moment we caught him.” I waved my hand and the men gave a nod departing from the tent.
“Mr. Huanji Nerabo, the man of a thousand faces, you know how long it has taken me to track you down to that village in Zimbabwe? It’s almost as if you were hiding from me!” The tiny man began to tremble harder now rising onto his bony knees. He shook his bald head, “no boss never hiding always building.” I smirked, “I know you are building! You’re building for my father still when your loyalty should be towards me and the family. I think you want to be the savior of this family. I think you are hoping to take my position. You want to be the big boss? Maybe you become the infamous Black Wolf huh? Convert us all to Christianity, make us appear weak to our enemies…to the world!” He shook his grape like head at me “never boss,” my boot moved over towards him. He fell forward cowering, “I only ever served the Mungiki and your father! My life is for the family!” I began to crush his hand like a bug. I heard knuckles cracking under my military boot as Huanji whimpered in pain. “And that is the problem! You want to be at the top Huanji…don’t you? Dividing us will hurt, but you and my father are splintering us…like a termite. An insignificant insect feeding from within.” Huanji whimpered harder as the bones seemed to crack under the increasing pressure. “I must unite the family back together and bring us back to our former glory,” Huanji gazed up at me. His face shook “but what right do you have? Your father is the only leader of the family. If he wants us to change…we…we, must change with him!” Snap! I heard a bone break as the man gave a cry of pain, “I was put in charge after my father Maina Njenga decided to betray our family.” I reached down and grabbed his neck, “my family has been members of the Mungiki since its inception. I have the right, I have every right! I am Maina’s official son and was blessed by my father personally! Just because he converted and wishes to use the family for his own personal gain doesn’t mean everything my family has built should be torn apart. I am taking back what is rightfully mine!” “But…it…it’s, not rightfully yours Mwai, it’s your father’s” “but I’m not good enough? The son of the leader Maina isn’t good enough for you…perhaps you think you’re smarter than me? That’s what you’re telling me” I shouted back.
The tent flap began to open as one of my guards said “boss, we’ve got a problem!” “Well fi x it,” I growled, but my guard just shook his head. “An armored hummer is pulling into camp flying a white flag.” “A white flag,” I repeated. The guard nodded “he is also flying the flag of the United Nations on his antenna.” “Man every station, I want eyes everywhere!” I removed my boot, “Open the tent so I can see!” The guard acknowledged opening the tent wider so a sand colored hummer came into view. Sure enough a white flag was being flown by a giant antenna in the back. The front antenna contained a blue flag with the letters UN on them. The door opened and a dark skinned man stepped out of the passenger seat. The man was insane. He had black sunglasses on, buzzed hair and sported a large battle scar across his face. His black suit seemed to resemble the color of charcoal. His white shirt was stained with sweat as he gave a hateful glare up at the “cursed” sun. Another man walked around the car he was dressed in a uniform that I did recognize. It was the dark jungle colors of a Kenyan Militia member. However what he was doing with this mystery man was certainly an interesting question. The most logical answer to my question was the suit must be the man in charge. And any man that would dare come to my camp with only one guard was a man that clearly had no fear.
He walked towards the tent and the two guards that had brought Huanji to my tent glared as he tried entered. The two men stopped him as I heard one of their voices say, “Who the hell are you?” The man in the suit replied, “I don’t have to answer to you, but I can assure you Mwai will have your hands if you do not allow me entry.” I could almost hear the soldier’s thoughts. Nobody would dare enter my camp and speak that way to one of my soldiers. “Just let him in,” my curiosity seemed to get the best of me. I wanted to see this mystery man for myself. “No,” I said when I noticed his guard walking into the tent. “I am sorry I can not allow your escort in here,” the man gave a clear dislike for the idea. The mystery man turned back and nodded to the soldier who nodded in return.
The man entered the tent alone as he stared down at Huanji who lay on the ground clenching his broken hand. “My name is…” the man began but I raised my hand “I’m sorry business before curiosity.” I stared down at Huanji, “you’re lucky that I need you or should I say you’re useful to me for the moment?” Huanji just whimpered clenching his hand, “I need you to give me my father?” Huanji did not seem to hear me, he laid there babbling and whimpering like a child. I raised my military boot and kicked him in the gut. “Can you hear me little baby,” Huanji rose and nodded “yes…boss….I hear you, I hear you.” “Good,”
I smiled at him as I walked over to my little table and grabbed my cell phone. I threw the phone towards him “call every lieutenant, every person you can think of and get my father to Sonji’s Bar. I will have an escort pick him up and bring him to my camp.” This had caught Huanji’s attention, “but, but…boss…you know no Mungiki members can’t go into Nairobi, we have all been exiled.” I gritted my teeth, “I go where I want and my men go where they want because my word is the key to every door,” but that was a lie. I knew that the minute I walked into Kenya the army would descend on me like flies on shit. However what Huanji didn’t know was that I still ran half of the Mungiki family. Attempting to kill every member who converted to Christianity, every member that remained loyal to my father helped to keep my half in line. Although, I needed to run the whole family. Huanji had it right. I was the boss, the legitimate boss, and because I was the boss I could have all the privileges. “Make your calls,” I snapped. Huanji reached his good hand and grabbed the phone.
“Hey guard,” I yelled as one of Huanji’s “snatchers” entered “yeah boss?” I pointed to the corner stand over by the table. The guard must have seen the reason why because his eyes landed upon my blood stained machete. He nodded and stood by it, I loved a soldier that knew his place. “Now, why does a man, bold as brass walk into my camp of death?” The man did not show the slightest bit of fear just a polite interest as he watched how I handled “business”. My name is Thorbjorn Olofsson, and I am the Minister of Finance.” “Minister of Finance...what the hell are you doing all the way out here?” My eyes widened, “you have come to take me in haven’t you…back to Attica?”
I returned to my chair and leaned back resting my hand on its underside, which always contained a small revolver in case something like this was to ever happen. Well, if he was going to take me in I promised that I would take him with me. Mungiki don’t die like dogs despite my father’s spinelessness. “No, I haven’t come for that,” “boss,” came a soft whimper. I glared down at Huanji whose eyes had become puffy and red. “Please boss,” he cried “what,” I said almost praying for something to settle the boiling acid in my stomach. “I…I can’t reach him…I can’t reach anybody.” I frowned a little and made a motion to the guard to grab the machete. Huanji was more perceptive that his blubbering attitude would have let on. His head shook in terror, “no…boss, please!” “You know what Huanji,” I said rising from my seat and grabbing the machete from the guard. Thankfully the guard grabbed Huanji and I motioned for the table. “Wait Mwai you don’t have to,” I raised the machete and pointed it at the man called Thorbjorn. “Quiet,” I said with such menace that he immediately fell silent, a wise choice.
The guard laid Huanji’s arm down on the table. “No the broken one,” I said motioning the guard to hold down the other arm. Huanji tried to recoil as his cries became more panicked “no, I am trying! I can’t get a hold of him…please!” The machete rose high, “you can’t do this I am a public official! I work for the Grand Coalition for Christ’s sake!” The machete still high in the air I ignored the man, “your laws mean nothing here… you forget this isn’t Kenya…it’s Ethiopia. My father believes God can save the Mungiki…save Kenya, let’s see if he comes down to save you now.” I didn’t even look back as the machete came down and made a sickening thud as it hit the table. Huanji’s scream was something that I knew I would remember in my nightmares. I watched as Huanji pulled away blood shooting out of his stub like a geyser. He fell to the ground howling with pain, “oh quit whining! Go grab the pot on the fi re, the one that was being cleaned!” The guard held the arm like it was a baseball bat and simply nodded. I liked that, I liked a soldier that did not say a word. A soldier that followed orders that was the type of man that I needed in my family.
The guard left the tent, which left an awkward silence. Blood began to stain my sand covered oriental carpet. “I don’t have much time Mwai,” I raised the machete to him again. The fearless man gulped slightly. Maybe it was the murderous stare I gave him? Maybe it was the fact that I had just hacked a man’s arm off ? Maybe it was the machete raised high with blood dripping from the blade almost like rain? The guard walked through the tent door again this time holding a black pot in his hand. “Its hot boss,” I took the pot by the handle and saw smoke rising from within it. “How did you know there was a pot on the fire,” the guard asked. “Because you idiots keep leaving it in the fire when you’re cleaning it,” the guard shook his pudgy face “not me boss!” “Oh I bet not, don’t think because you have been gone for over a week that I don’t forget the habits of my men.” I took the pot which made my face cringe a little in pain, “hold him down,” I ordered. The guard grabbed Huanji and held the bloody arm. “What…what are you doing,” he said in a blood curdling scream, “relax” I bellowed. The guard held the stump, “I swear I can’t get a hold of anybody…please don’t hurt me anymore!” I lowered the scolding pot towards his stump, “I need you alive and focused.” The pot lowered to Huanji’s arm and sunk into the stump. Huanji’s scream almost made my skin crawl as it sizzled like steaks on a fire pit. I threw the pot to the floor as I heard the carpet beginning to burn. It didn’t matter anyway the carpet was forever ruined now.
“Let’s try this again ok,” I walked over and picked up the cell phone and put it into Huanji’s remaining hand. “I want my father…at the bar now! I grabbed him by his neck, “you got me?” He nodded as I released him disgust clearly etched on my face. I gazed at Thorbjorn who did not appear disgusted or horror struck just that same simple look of interest. “Why,” he asked softly, I stared at him almost perplexed by his question. “What would you know about it and why would you care?” Thorbjorn gave a smirk, “oh I know a little more than you think Mwai.” “What could you know…nothing” I scowled. “I know that your family has been exiled to the four corners of Africa, and your father has become a born again Christian” “Who doesn’t,” I retorted. “I know that your family is divided in half and now fighting within itself.” This I did not expect, I had also forgotten about the bloody machete that I still held in my hands.
Suddenly I realized how he knew this information, “so the United Nations has got to stick its nose in my families’ business?” “You have lost control,” replied Thorbjorn. “It won’t matter,” I growled I pointed the machete down to Huanji who was speaking wildly in Kenyan. “Once I cut off the snake’s heads the rest of them will fall into place.” Thorbjorn gave a smirk “you don’t believe that do you?” “Are you calling me a liar,” I warned Thorbjorn who stood politely, “no Mwai I am not.” “Then why do you mock me,” “you wouldn’t be having him call up everybody he knows to locate your father. You know that the snake can still move without the head so you are going to have to…” “Yes, yes, yes, you’re a very smart man Thorbjorn I see why you hold great power and influence in our country.”
Giving Huanji a disgusted look his puffy red eyes were a dreadful sight, “why should I do this if you are just going to kill me?” I pulled up Huanji from his muddy shirt and stuck the machete into his shoulder. It was a shallow puncture, but he screamed in pain as his mouth ran with saliva. I withdrew the machete and let him fall to the ground. “Hold that piece of shit down,” I yelled grabbing my cigar. It lay smoldering in a mud ashtray that I had made in my boredom. I puffed on it a few times as I watched the guard struggling to hold him down, “please Mwai, don’t I beg you,” “shut up Huanji!” I took the now burning cigar and made sure to put it out in his left eye. I heard it sizzle as the cigar burned deep into his skull. The eye had become black and the skin looked dead when I removed it. Huanji began convulsing on the floor as his body seemed to be going into shock. I grabbed his shirt, “You’re going to do it or I am going to cut you up piece by piece until you do!”
I threw my destroyed cigar on the ground and grabbed the machete again, “wait!” I turned to Thorbjorn whose hands had finally separated, “please I beg you to spare this man’s life.” “Ha,” I laughed and reached down to cut off his nose, “I know that the key is Nairobi.” I froze “what about it?” Thorbjorn began to speak faster hoping to detour me from my action. “I know that if you can get back into Nairobi you can control everything and unite your family under your direct rule.” “My direct rule…what I have always wanted!” “What if I could get you back into Nairobi and bring you your father,” still frozen in mid-slash I was now curious “oh yeah, how?” “I have got a lot of people in high places… in fact that is the reason why I came out here today.” I laughed again, “You are a funny man, a very funny man!” Thorbjorn did not smile, “so I’m supposed to believe that you drove out into the middle of the Ethiopian desert just to offer me the city of Nairobi and my father on a silver platter?” “I’m not offering you the city I am just saying I can get your exile revoked.” I shook my head “no matter same difference, you’re handing me a city and my father…any man that can do all that is a man I want to do business with.”
I had forgotten that I had lowered my machete. His humor seemed to soften my anger. “And you’re offering me this out of, charity?” Thorbjorn shook his head, “oh it comes at a price.” I chuckled, “it always does,” “I need you to come with me to Banjul.” “Gambia,” I exclaimed with such a boisterous laugh that I dropped my machete. I wagged my finger at him, “a very funny man!” I wiped a tear from my eye, “why would I ever want to do that?” “There’s a man speaking to the African Commission on Human and Peoples’ Rights to bring to light the violence plaguing his home country… a man that we both don’t care for.” He must have taken my silence as an invitation to continue, “Your father…he’s not in Kenya, he’s in Gambia.” I shook my head. “I’m going to kill him,” “well that’s the point of the trip.” Thorbjorn smiled wider, which made his face unusually large. Smiles weren’t a good look for him. “I am on the United Nation’s most wanted list again, how are we…” Thorbjorn raised his hand “you will be taking a jet with some other people.”
“I knew it! You want to arrest me and put me back in Attica!” Thorbjorn raised his hand and said “no, you will be flown immediately back when he is met with his unfortunate accident. If you don’t believe me, you don’t even have to fly. I’ll give you a vehicle to drive. Although, it is a very far drive.” “You lie,” I said in such disbelief. “I will be on the plane with you,” I gave a reluctant look. “What if I could promise you that Joseph Michael will be on the plane too?” Now there was a man I could trust, a man that I owed my life too. If he was going I would know I would be in safe hands. I would never leave my home but if I was guaranteed what I was promised. I would be a fool to resist. “I want a group of my men to come for personal protection.” Thorbjorn said “alright but we have to leave now then, I have already set up the proper accommodations for your arrival. Everything is taken care of I can assure you. As far as Joseph, I can have him on the phone in thirty seconds.” I smiled and pulled out my phone, “I can get him in ten.” I gave a laugh and sheathed my machete. I turned to one of my guards “when Badru gets back tell him that he is the shepherd while I am gone.” “I’m sorry Mwai but no machetes are allowed in the hummer.” I took it out and flipped it around my hand several times. “And does the wolf go anywhere without his claws.” “Very well, I’m afraid time is short and your window to your father is limited.”
I walked out of the tent with the man. “There’s something I must ask you Thorbjorn. Why do you want my father dead? You must be a foolish man to offer me...” “Foolish, foolish, Mwai I am not a fool! With the constitutional referendum about to be voted on I know that civil unrest is coming despite what my colleagues think. I know that you will restore order to Kenya’s underworld and parliament will take one gang leader instead of several any day. Also the constitutional referendum is sure to cut the defensive budget, but if your father were to die by your hands. Well, the budget will have to be increased. And I have invested too much in the Nairobi Securities Exchange to...” Mwai raised his hand “say no more Thorbjorn I know exactly what you mean. I know the language of money.”
Thorbjorn picked up the phone and began to dial a number, “well let’s go Mr. Black Wolf grab your toys and your men.” “Just one more thing,” reaching into my top drawer of my desk I grabbed my little insurance package. If they were going to arrest me, I would never be taken alive. My top drawer revealed a rather large and outdated looking cell phone. I grabbed it and pocketed it smiling as I strolled out the tent. Causing destruction with the pressing of one button and it was labeled, redial. “I’m on the phone with Joseph now Mr. Njenga. Hey, hey one man can ride in the car with us! The rest of your men will have to follow in another car. I decided to take “Mr. Loyalty” with me and pointed to six other men that were shining and cleaning large automatic weapons. “It seems that you are fortunate Mr. Njenga. Joseph assures me that he will not only be in Banjul but he will be joining us on the ride. It seems that he has been conducting business out here for the past couple of days.”
Joseph Michael was a lawyer that I owed an enormous debt too which could only be paid in blood. Allah truly blessed me over two years ago when I was sitting in an Attica jail cell waiting for my verdict. There was not a shred of hope. I began to make my peace with Allah, but he blessed me with a second life. Joseph came into my cell sweating, smelling, tired, eyes blood shot, and yellow pit stains. He smiled as he looked up at me, “I got you off on all counts!” That was the very first time in my life I had said “thank you,” to a man and meant it. I told him about my debt and he told me he had been just doing his job, but it was more. Even when the curtains had closed he was still fighting for my release. Who would have thought just a year later I would be back on the United Nation’s Most Wanted list for the same exact crimes only different victims.
I was brought back to reality when a cell phone was slapped in my hand, “hello?” “Hey Mwai been awhile huh?” “Mr. Joseph been a long time indeed,” “sure has I see we’re back to our old self are we?” I smiled a little, “just surviving…so, this deal…my exile will be expunged?” I didn’t even need to finish because Joseph said, “yes I am involved in the proceedings I am one of the people besides Thorbjorn whose pleading your case. I should have some paperwork when I arrive barring a few signatures.” He must have sensed my hesitation the thought of falling into a trap, “trust in me my friend. Mr. Olofsson stands to gain a lot from this and so do I. So don’t ask…attorney client privilege and you know how I am about that. You have told me about your father and if you want, what you want, this is the only way to get it. The financial benefits must be seized now, if they are to be gained at all.” I paused and thought for a long while. The seconds seemed to pass as I heard Joseph say “well?” I gave a large huff, “alright I’ll be there but no papers or you then I don’t go.” “I’d expect as much, I’ll see you soon my friend.” Joseph hung up the phone and I handed it back to Mr. Olofsson. “Are we good,” he asked, “yeah,” I replied softly. I waved to my soldiers and ordered them to take two cars and follow us. They loaded up high power artillery as I softly patted the explosive cell phone in my pocket. I enter the armored hummer with Thorbjorn and his escort. He smiled as he said, “can I offer you anything Mwai? It’s a long drive to the airfield, tea or a soda?”
(02/21/1973)
The night was silent as Mwai stared up into the heavens. It was the first and last trip that his father Maina had ever taken him on. Always busy with “work” and meeting with his friends he never spent any time with him. Most of the time Mwai couldn’t help but wonder if he even knew of his existence. His father had many friends and when he created the family business those friends soon became his family too. He was at that age when innocence was precious and could never be bought back. His father had been lazily stoking the fire before striding over to join him at his side.
“You having a good birthday my son?” Mwai prodded a stick into a large mud pile. “Yeah I’m just glad you wanted to spend time with me.” His father’s hand grazed his back, “I know I haven’t been around much since your mother died, but one day I’ll bring you into a bigger family...your future family. Then you and I will be spending all the time in the world together.” “You think that I am going to be ready soon?” His father threw his arm around him and brought him in closer, “not too soon Mwai…not too soon!” Releasing him Mwai gave a smile, “I want you to enjoy your childhood Mwai. This society requires children to become adults at such a young age…child soldiers, child drug addicts… it’s disgusting. As long as my family stays in power every child should have a childhood.”
Slapping his back, “come with me boy. I want to show you your birthday present.” Getting to his feet, Mwai’s legs seemed almost unable to support his tiny figure. His father placed his arm on his back and led him down a small hill. “It’s around here son,” they moved down another path and came upon a small valley. “Sit and have a look,” It took a minute for Mwai’s eyes to adjust but in the distance he saw his father’s present.
A small river tracing the land like a giant scar upon a once beautiful face glistened in the moonlight. He saw herds of animals stretching over the landscape. Some were heading in the opposite direction and heading towards the horizon. Many were stopping and drinking from the murky river below. “See my son, this…this is what I wanted to show you. This is your present.” Mwai didn’t understand as he watched the animals moving towards the river. “I have built and given you a great life Mwai. But the one thing I have never been able to do is be there for you. You are my blood, but with us family runs deeper than blood. Family is the essence of life and when family sticks together there is no limit to how far it can travel or take you. Don’t you see Mwai?” His father waved his hand tracing the river, “we…you…me…our family, we are the water! The Mungiki is like the water. Necessary….and everybody eventually needs something from us in this land. We must run our family like a business… be one with the earth.” Mwai watched his father pick up soil from the ground. Business is like salt in the palm of our hand…” his father turned his hand spilling the soil and continued, “Cause disaster with a mere turn of it.”
“I don’t understand,” his father smiled and clapped him on the shoulder, “you will little Mwai…you will. When your grandfather told me this, I had no idea as well. When I give you control and officially bless you in, I promise you will understand.” They sat and watched the animals for what seemed like ages. “The Mungiki are family as long as the Njenga name runs it. We will always provide to the people and forever stretch like the river.”
GRRRRR!!!! A startled Mwai jumped into the air but his father’s vice like grip planted him firmly back onto the earth. “Easy my son, easy,” Mwai watched his father point towards the tall grass near a herd of zebras. The grass parted as the very air seemed to separate it. “This is your other present, my boy…now watch,” Mwai watched as the grass came to a stop. He saw the zebra’s grazing lazily in the night. Mwai felt his eyes bulge as he saw a large lioness emerge. She went after the smallest one. The zebras fled in panic as the lioness chased the baby zebra until they become shadows. “That’s what I wanted to show you and the real reason we are here. I am actually relieved that it happened.” Mwai sat in horror as he knew somewhere a pride of lions were enjoying their meal. “The weak will always get picked off. Nature itself is cruel, but…but my son listen carefully nature is cruel for survival. People in the western world they won’t understand it. Cushioned up, too busy worrying about their celebrities…the point my son is survival in this world can only be done through cruelty. You must remove fear from your heart and soul doing what needs to be done to survive. You can either be the lion or be the zebra there’s no other choice…fear my son i