We were on safari in Kenya, one night as we were sitting by the bright fire, we could see the reflections of eyes looking at us, the eyes never stayed in one place, they seemed to be circling our fire and us, we could only imagine they were hyenas waiting to come close to the fire and kill and eat us, My native guide had told me of many experience he had heard of this.

Out in the svelt we could hear the sounds of the animals in the night. But the most prominent sound we could hear was a lion. When the lion roared the reflection of the hyena’s eyes disappeared for just a few seconds, then they came back, watching our every move.

Then the hyena’s got up their nerve, they came into the light of the fire and formed a circle. They were ready to attack us now. But then a huge lion bounded in out of the darkness. As the hyenas and the lion were fighting, my guide and I ran into the darkness.

When we returned to the fireside, there were torn bodies of hyena’s stung all over the ground, we followed the lions tracks as far as we could. The darkness stopped us. By the droppings of blood on the ground, we knew that lion had no easy fight. In a way we owe our lives to a lion.