THE DIARY OF A PROBLEM ANIMAL || PART 1
Solve the Problem, Don’t Eliminate It. BY SONNY MNCEDISI DUBE A problem animal, really? That’s what they call me these days, its like I don’t have a name anymore. I come in peace and I come not on purpose, I toil in search, both of food and of refuge. I live in fear, fear of poison, snares, traps and most obviously a bullet that has my name engraved on it. I move with stealth for this is only how I know to stay alive. I sleep with both my eyes open for from the go, humanity ever played a foe. I don’t poke unless I’m poked, I merely respond to torture and acts of malice. The exercise of my fury is a mere defensive mechanism. Nature could not make us the same nor did it grant us like habitats. I roam to and fro the bushes, to the thoroughfares and beyond, it is within my nature to do so, but to the humans I’m a nuisance, a monster who needs to be eliminated as soon as a decade ago. Word of my unwelcome presence in the vicinity has like smoke, spread swiftly and invisibly thro...