ARO2009009Z102-17 001“I lost my leg to a lion in 1956. I was grazing my sheep and cattle on the hill when a lion came and took one of my sheep. I tried to scare him away but it didn’t work. The next day he came back to take more animals. This time I fought him and tried to scare him away; I was using my panga and arrows but it wasn’t working. He started to attack me, people from the village heard me shouting and came running to help. They managed to kill the lion but by then he had already mauled my leg. As he was dying he bit one last time very badly on my knee. I went to the hospital but my leg was too badly damaged to save so they decided to amputate it. My neighbours help me fetch water.”
Bartholemew Mtelia, 78, Chigongwe