The reality bites: somewhere, within the rangers’ compound,
there’s a tourist wearing a dressing gown no doubt taking photos of
poisonous reptiles or—
A dry, coughing roar sounds from the game fence a little too
close for comfort.
Now it all comes swimming back – half the reason why I even
got Melissa back to my bungalow in the first place. I told her that
the lion enclosure is adjacent to the rangers’ compound. And that
some mornings I wake to watch the lions come down to one of the
water holes.
Shit. f**k. Zuma’s blue balls.
I phone Khwezi and fill her in on the basics.
She’s silent for so long I worry that she’s dropped the
call.
“Sis? What do I do?” My heart’s about to thump its way out of
my chest and I think I really will puke.
“Oh my god, Andile. This is bad. This is
