Mafusa's Hunt

Mufasa’s Hunt

The hike to the hunting area lasted hours. With a total of 50 men and women, the clamour of crowd pierced the atmosphere, but the drought still continued. People sighing, stopping and collapsing. Everyone desperate for a drink or a piece of food. Anything to keep them alive. With no other food sources available, they had to hunt. Half way, the temperature had doubled, everyone sweating, and fed up, but still desperate to get there and eat their meat.

The giraffe and elephant, so close to the end of their life, were faced away from the hunters. The long neck of the giraffe reached up to an uneven branch, full with leaves. The elephant’s deafening footsteps plodded next to the oasis, his trunk swaying from side to side. The Mufasa tribe envied the animals as they had piles of food, waiting for them, unlike them. The Afrikaans shouted and both the animals turned round in shock, and started to run: the giraffe faster than the elephant. The big chase carried on and on until the animals were surrounded. Spears pierced the giraffe and the elephant and they slowly toppled to the ground. The Afrikaans did a trbal dance and then started to eat. It was there only option. With food as meagre as it was, they had to do it; otherwise they would be the ones dying.