Cecil the Lion - Canned Lion Hunting

Photographs of Cecil the Lion while he was alive and after he was killed for sport

About Cecil the lion
After the killing of poor Cecil 

Thoughts about the death of Cecil the lion.

Can humanity stoop any lower than to gain the trust of an animal and then kill and behead it in such a cruel manner, all for the love of money and the lust for killing?

In my opinion it is either an emotionally sick person or a coward with too much money who would stoop so low as in the case of Cecil The elderly captive lion, where he has been hunted and wounded for hours before he was finally shot and beheaded.
 Often the killer would pose with his trophy-kill while smiling with satisfaction.

The hunted canned Lion entered the after-world in a state of fear, pain and disillusionment with man.

Most canned lions were reared by humans. They gained their trust. For an animal to die in fear after adopting and trusting human caregiver is a sin that does not celebrate the glory of any God.

There are target shooting clubs offering competitions and video games where they can show off of their shooting expertise.

I would like to introduce the LAW OF KARMA or THE LAW OF CAUSE-AND-EFFECT to all people who value money above the life of the lesser creatures from the wild. This law states that what you do to other will return to you 10 fold. The Bible states that The LORD is slow to anger and abundant in faithful love, forgiving iniquity and transgression, but he won't acquit the guilty. He recalls the iniquity of fathers to the third and fourth generation.
It will take four generations for humanity to totally purge today's transgressions.

You have not only harmed yourself and your family with your greed, you shamed the whole of humanity who shares your transgression and the relationship between humanity and the animal kingdom.

Have you ever wondered why people who steel for a living remain poor or/and spend their last days on earth suffering and in ill health or die from a violent death?

From another angle, perhaps we can consider this in the view of evolution. There were times when the settlers from foreign countries hunted down and killed the native humans for sport, much as is being done to animals today. ….... or has humanity evolved in this respect at all …... if we consider what is happening in the war-zones of Africa?

The above article provides a few issues we, fellow humans can ponder on relating to the evolution of the soul of humanity (the sum total of human consciousness). We need to ask ourselves the question, what can I do about it? After all we cannot stand outside of humanity.

There is compensation; God has a loving and forgiving heart. It is up to humanity to do the same because many transgressors did not realize that they sinned. We need to educate, forgive and strive for a better tomorrow.

A message from the Ancestors of Africa

Take from the past all that is pure and beautiful and build on it the future.

Let your children never forget their roots.

Protect the wild animals for they carry your past into the future.

Forget not your kingdom, oh children of the African jungle.

Large animals, with horns or tusks, like the rhino and the elephant, are sacred.

Horns and tusks, on living wild animals, are symbols of the African sword, just as the lion is the symbol of our strength and our kingship.
The sword is the symbol of the African warrior our pride and kingdom

The gun is a symbol of the robbers of our land and killers of our people.  The gun is a symbol of slavery and when our children who were torn from our mother’s bosom to far away places for the comfort and pleasure of foreigners.   

The gun is not a symbol of African power.   It is a symbol of suffering and bloodshed.   Hate the gun.

We should despise those who carry guns to kill our sacred symbols in the wild.
Those who rob our sacred symbols are cursed.

The lion is the symbol of our victory, strength and the African way of life.
We despise those who cage the symbols of our strength, or shoot our wild animals for trophies on foreign walls.   We spit on cowards who ride on African power …   dead powers on walls.

Do not forget the old way, children of Africa, as you walk into the future.
Remember where you come from,    we can see our heritage the eyes of the animals in the wild.

Protect those who live wild as you once lived.  Protect those who know the secrets of yesterday, secrets of your free and wild past.

When the lion dies the power of Africa goes to foreigners.

Protect animals with horns and tusks, for they remind is that this land is ours and it is worth preserving.
Wild animals use their horns, or tusks to fight for territory, as our ancestors used the sword to fight for this land.   Land that people with guns robbed from us.   Hate the gun.


African people, may you find a way to bring the power of the jungle, into the global consciousness of your tomorrow.   Preserve the wild animals, carriers of our secrets.   They are sacred.  Africa is sacred.


If the above message sounds believable, believe in its origin and if it does not, regard it as fantasy.   A children’s bedtime story.

Much truth lies hidden in children’s novels.


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POEM IN THE MAKING (Help welcome)

IN MEMORY OF BART
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 Help me find words for this poem –

In memory of Bat the baboon



This poem aims to point out how we as conservationists make decisions regarding nature purely from a human viewpoint.

People working with nature need to cultivate the ability to tune into the life of their project.   Before killing Bart an attempt should have been made to understand how and why life failed him and shaped his behavior.

We make decisions about removing alien vegetation without considering the animals that have been using that vegetation for food or shelter for centuries and the birds that migrate to nest in the ‘alien’ trees or the buck that used it for camouflage.

Please help me to find words for this poem to highlight the above concerns.

In Memory of Bart


Bart was only a baboon, but ahead of his time was he.
Protected from howling wind, blistering sun and winter freeze,
shady branches of trees he shared with the bees.
From Table Mountain slopes, everything he could see.
Food was scarce but his family he could feed.
The mountain was his garden and plants grew freely from seed.
Bogom say Bart with with Cape Town at his feet.

Conservationists looked up and thought this we do not want to see.
The mountain slopes are a forest  where natural flora once grew 
(in toeka se tyd) 
How long ago that was, if ever, no-one knew.
We think generations ago our "blommeprag"  was there for all to see.
Bogom say Bart, this is our home, can you not see? 
Our shelter and food was in that tree.

Gone with the trees, there is no place for it now,
Lets chop them and bun them to the ground
Three hundred year old giants, aliens somehow.
Bart looks around but his bogom comes without a sound. 
Fear and panic strikes his tribe when the first tree hits the ground.
This is our home,where will food and shelter now be found?