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12,747 views • 4 months ago

I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.
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359,614 views • 7 days ago

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Winston had been returned to the shelter three times before the Abbotts came for him. He was an old shar-pei, all wrinkles and gray whiskers, about 11 years old. Every family that took him home brought him back within a month. He was too old, too slow, and too set in his ways for most people. One family even said he was depressing to have around. By the time the Abbotts saw his photo online, the shelter staff had almost given up hope that anyone would choose him. Ray and Carol Abbott were in their late 60s and had just lost their own dog after 14 years together. Friends told them to get a puppy. Something young. Something with plenty of years ahead. Instead, they drove an hour to meet the old shar-pei nobody wanted. Carol says she knew the moment she saw him sitting quietly in the back of his kennel. That first night, Winston couldn't settle. He kept getting up to make sure Ray and Carol were still there. He'd walk to the bedroom, look at them sleeping, lie back down, then twenty minutes later he'd do it all again, as if he was waiting for someone to tell him it was over. Finally, Carol patted the foot of the bed. "Come on up, Winston. You're home now." He stood there for a long moment, almost like he couldn't believe she was talking to him. Then he climbed up slowly, turned around twice, and eased himself down against Ray's legs with a long groan that sounded more like relief than exhaustion. For the first time in months, Winston slept through the entire night. The Abbotts say he isn't going anywhere this time. And after being returned three times, Winston finally seems to believe them. Have you ever seen a dog realize it was finally home?

Gabriele Corno

37,073 views • 1 month ago

I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.
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I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.

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25,599 views • 1 month ago

"I was filming a K9 memorial service today and I'm still trying to process what I witnessed. Everything was quiet until his handler suddenly rushed the funeral car. The entire crowd gasped. I've never seen anything like it. He just needed one more moment. The grief in that moment was the most real thing I have ever captured on camera. Seeing him place his own medal on his partner’s vest… I'm speechless. He gave him his highest honor. This was their final salute. A bond that truly never dies."
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"I was filming a K9 memorial service today and I'm still trying to process what I witnessed. Everything was quiet until his handler suddenly rushed the funeral car. The entire crowd gasped. I've never seen anything like it. He just needed one more moment. The grief in that moment was the most real thing I have ever captured on camera. Seeing him place his own medal on his partner’s vest… I'm speechless. He gave him his highest honor. This was their final salute. A bond that truly never dies."

Wolf

1,263,992 views • 3 months ago

Heeseung really went through so much these past two days 😭💔 he had a bad cold, his throat hurt every time he spoke, and he even thought maybe he couldn’t perform... but the moment he saw engenes, he told himself, “I have to do this.” even though he was struggling, he still gave us his best, bcs he wanted to show us a high-quality stage. he put so much pressure on himself, even when he didn’t have to. just knowing that he pushed through all of that for us… I’m honestly so proud. thank you for standing on that stage and performing with all your heart heeseing :( even when it wasn’t easy. you were amazing, Heeseung. truly. 🥹💗
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Heeseung really went through so much these past two days 😭💔 he had a bad cold, his throat hurt every time he spoke, and he even thought maybe he couldn’t perform... but the moment he saw engenes, he told himself, “I have to do this.” even though he was struggling, he still gave us his best, bcs he wanted to show us a high-quality stage. he put so much pressure on himself, even when he didn’t have to. just knowing that he pushed through all of that for us… I’m honestly so proud. thank you for standing on that stage and performing with all your heart heeseing :( even when it wasn’t easy. you were amazing, Heeseung. truly. 🥹💗

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23,155 views • 1 year ago

📌Messages tabled by Senona: “Hi General, I trust you are well. You made arrangements that I meet this guy (Cat Matlala), because he’s your friend and brother, and he needed my help to speak to General Nkuwa to place orders on his contract. He volunteered information about the house address where Sibiya collects money using a state vehicle, and that he paid R2 million towards Sibiya for the purchase of his plot. He also told me about the townhouse, the fact that he is the one who introduced our meeting at the Ad Hoc Committee, and that he lied under oath. He invited me to make public the information that he gave me, which will put his life at risk. I am still going to that committee, and I hope he doesn’t mind me exposing him to both the General and Mr XXX (this name was reducted and the commission heard that the person named is very dangerous). I hope you won’t blame me for risking his life, because I have to tell the truth about our meeting. If he thinks he can fool the committee, it’s okay, but I will not say much, other than to simply play a recording of our meeting, because I have the record. What is worse is that after you told me about the discussion between you and him regarding Nkuwa, I asked you about your relationship with him. I still don’t know how the two of you met to discuss Nangi’s case. Besides voice recordings, cellular phone triangulation, my vehicle tracker, including access footage, will confirm the date and time of our meeting. And for his own sake, I hope that those timelines are in line with what he said before the committee in relation to his arrest. This man says he met you seven years ago, which contradicts what you told me, that you grew up together. I guess this will become clear as the investigation continues.” 🎯Verdict: No threats here, said #MadlangaCommission
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📌Messages tabled by Senona: “Hi General, I trust you are well. You made arrangements that I meet this guy (Cat Matlala), because he’s your friend and brother, and he needed my help to speak to General Nkuwa to place orders on his contract. He volunteered information about the house address where Sibiya collects money using a state vehicle, and that he paid R2 million towards Sibiya for the purchase of his plot. He also told me about the townhouse, the fact that he is the one who introduced our meeting at the Ad Hoc Committee, and that he lied under oath. He invited me to make public the information that he gave me, which will put his life at risk. I am still going to that committee, and I hope he doesn’t mind me exposing him to both the General and Mr XXX (this name was reducted and the commission heard that the person named is very dangerous). I hope you won’t blame me for risking his life, because I have to tell the truth about our meeting. If he thinks he can fool the committee, it’s okay, but I will not say much, other than to simply play a recording of our meeting, because I have the record. What is worse is that after you told me about the discussion between you and him regarding Nkuwa, I asked you about your relationship with him. I still don’t know how the two of you met to discuss Nangi’s case. Besides voice recordings, cellular phone triangulation, my vehicle tracker, including access footage, will confirm the date and time of our meeting. And for his own sake, I hope that those timelines are in line with what he said before the committee in relation to his arrest. This man says he met you seven years ago, which contradicts what you told me, that you grew up together. I guess this will become clear as the investigation continues.” 🎯Verdict: No threats here, said #MadlangaCommission

Zintoh Mhlanga

41,020 views • 7 months ago

"We do adoption events every month. Yesterday was our biggest one. Forty-two dogs found homes. It was a wonderful day. Winston did not find a home. He is eleven years old. He is large. He is silver-gray and his whole muzzle is white and his eyes are the color of a winter morning and he is the gentlest dog I have ever put on a leash. He sat in the same spot for six hours. He did not pace. He did not bark. He watched every dog around him get chosen and he wagged his tail for every family that walked past him without stopping. Every single one. For six hours. At 5pm when the last family had left and the last car had pulled out of the parking lot I turned around and Winston was sitting at the edge of the empty lot wagging his tail at the space where the people had been. I sat down on the asphalt beside him. I put my hand on his silver back. He leaned into me. I don't have a word for what I felt. I have worked in rescue for nine years. I have never sat on a parking lot asphalt at the end of a failed adoption event and felt so completely undone and so completely certain simultaneously. Undone because he deserves everything. Certain because he is going to be okay. Both at the same time. Both because of him. He wagged at the empty parking lot. That is who Winston is. That is who he has been every day of his eleven years. Share this for Winston. He wagged at the empty parking lot. The least we can do is find him someone to wag at who stays.
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"We do adoption events every month. Yesterday was our biggest one. Forty-two dogs found homes. It was a wonderful day. Winston did not find a home. He is eleven years old. He is large. He is silver-gray and his whole muzzle is white and his eyes are the color of a winter morning and he is the gentlest dog I have ever put on a leash. He sat in the same spot for six hours. He did not pace. He did not bark. He watched every dog around him get chosen and he wagged his tail for every family that walked past him without stopping. Every single one. For six hours. At 5pm when the last family had left and the last car had pulled out of the parking lot I turned around and Winston was sitting at the edge of the empty lot wagging his tail at the space where the people had been. I sat down on the asphalt beside him. I put my hand on his silver back. He leaned into me. I don't have a word for what I felt. I have worked in rescue for nine years. I have never sat on a parking lot asphalt at the end of a failed adoption event and felt so completely undone and so completely certain simultaneously. Undone because he deserves everything. Certain because he is going to be okay. Both at the same time. Both because of him. He wagged at the empty parking lot. That is who Winston is. That is who he has been every day of his eleven years. Share this for Winston. He wagged at the empty parking lot. The least we can do is find him someone to wag at who stays.

ماعز-

34,069 views • 7 days ago

Multiple reports coming in of YET MORE terrifying cultural enrichment coming out of South Wales. This time Swansea! Post states.... "❗️❗️BE AWARE❗️❗️ Me and my 3 kids went to Gors park today, a man was sitting facing the field when we got there, the park was also empty. As I was playing with my children, I noticed the man had turned around and was watching me and my children, licking his lips and pursing his lips and smiling. I immediately grabbed my children to leave and also took photos and videos, I did shout at him that I was phoning the police to scare him away but he stayed there. When I got my kids in the car, he started walking away so I recorded him to see where he was going for information for the police. He then started to approach my car so I drove away. The police have been called and a van did go there about 15 minutes later. Just wanted to make people aware."
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Multiple reports coming in of YET MORE terrifying cultural enrichment coming out of South Wales. This time Swansea! Post states.... "❗️❗️BE AWARE❗️❗️ Me and my 3 kids went to Gors park today, a man was sitting facing the field when we got there, the park was also empty. As I was playing with my children, I noticed the man had turned around and was watching me and my children, licking his lips and pursing his lips and smiling. I immediately grabbed my children to leave and also took photos and videos, I did shout at him that I was phoning the police to scare him away but he stayed there. When I got my kids in the car, he started walking away so I recorded him to see where he was going for information for the police. He then started to approach my car so I drove away. The police have been called and a van did go there about 15 minutes later. Just wanted to make people aware."

Voice Of Wales

50,586 views • 1 year ago

Today I have to reach another city for an important work. Nearby petrol pumps had no petrol due to the ongoing #TruckDriversProtest so I was a bit tensed as to how I would reach my destination. I decided to wake up at 04:00 AM and reach the highway to take lift. Suddenly a truck stopped and driver offered me lift. He told me that he is from Rajasthan and he is going to return this truck to the owner. He told that today this is his last ride and from tomorrow he will do some other work. I asked, why? For which he replied it’s because of BJP, BjP has made laws in which we have to pay 10 lakhs and 10 year imprisonment if my truck meets with any accident. He told that he earns only 15k per month and doesn’t have his own house, he can’t pay this much. He started crying, I gave him some money when I reached the destination for the ride, that he denied And when I was getting down from the truck he said with tears, Babu ji don’t vote for bjp if you care for poor people in Bharat . I promised and left his truck with tears in my eyes 💔
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Today I have to reach another city for an important work. Nearby petrol pumps had no petrol due to the ongoing #TruckDriversProtest so I was a bit tensed as to how I would reach my destination. I decided to wake up at 04:00 AM and reach the highway to take lift. Suddenly a truck stopped and driver offered me lift. He told me that he is from Rajasthan and he is going to return this truck to the owner. He told that today this is his last ride and from tomorrow he will do some other work. I asked, why? For which he replied it’s because of BJP, BjP has made laws in which we have to pay 10 lakhs and 10 year imprisonment if my truck meets with any accident. He told that he earns only 15k per month and doesn’t have his own house, he can’t pay this much. He started crying, I gave him some money when I reached the destination for the ride, that he denied And when I was getting down from the truck he said with tears, Babu ji don’t vote for bjp if you care for poor people in Bharat . I promised and left his truck with tears in my eyes 💔

Dr Nimo Yadav 2.0

212,479 views • 2 years ago

Mohbad didn’t just love this girl… he made a whole song for her.. expressing his affection for her!! ( the song is what is playing in this her video) This is the woman VDM and his headless clownns are accusing… Since Mohbad passed this girl has focused on her business and raising the only son she had with her HUSBAND!! Without letting any of the negativity get to her.. You f000ls want to convince me that a 24yr old girl, that just had a child keed her husband because his imaginary property.. At the time Mohbad passed.. he was just beginning to blow.. He isn’t even that rich yet… his friends were still helping him trying to find his feet.. after he escaped marlian record.. So tell me, how much does Mohbad even have or how many properties does he have in his name that will make his young wife that just had a son for him k’ill him?? God will punish all of you dearly!!!
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Mohbad didn’t just love this girl… he made a whole song for her.. expressing his affection for her!! ( the song is what is playing in this her video) This is the woman VDM and his headless clownns are accusing… Since Mohbad passed this girl has focused on her business and raising the only son she had with her HUSBAND!! Without letting any of the negativity get to her.. You f000ls want to convince me that a 24yr old girl, that just had a child keed her husband because his imaginary property.. At the time Mohbad passed.. he was just beginning to blow.. He isn’t even that rich yet… his friends were still helping him trying to find his feet.. after he escaped marlian record.. So tell me, how much does Mohbad even have or how many properties does he have in his name that will make his young wife that just had a son for him k’ill him?? God will punish all of you dearly!!!

QueenDoris

183,393 views • 8 days ago

Tomboi catching up with Benjamin, who’s been by his side from tiny orphan to big bull. We rescued Tomboi nearly 23 years ago, when he was just days old. He remained in our care for the better part of a decade before reclaiming his place in the wild. By this point, the years he’s lived wild far outnumber the time he spent with us, but he has never forgotten the people who raised him or the place he calls home. He still drops by Ithumba periodically to visit Benjamin and the team. In the Samburu dialect, Tomboi means ‘boy without a father.’ It was a fitting name for the tiny orphan we rescued all those years ago. No matter how big he grows or how much time passes, Tomboi will always have his SWT family standing behind him. Watch to the end to see a photo of baby Tomboi; he’s in the red blanket, next to the infamous Wendi! Meet the orphans in our care and support their journeys back to the wild through an adoption:
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Tomboi catching up with Benjamin, who’s been by his side from tiny orphan to big bull. We rescued Tomboi nearly 23 years ago, when he was just days old. He remained in our care for the better part of a decade before reclaiming his place in the wild. By this point, the years he’s lived wild far outnumber the time he spent with us, but he has never forgotten the people who raised him or the place he calls home. He still drops by Ithumba periodically to visit Benjamin and the team. In the Samburu dialect, Tomboi means ‘boy without a father.’ It was a fitting name for the tiny orphan we rescued all those years ago. No matter how big he grows or how much time passes, Tomboi will always have his SWT family standing behind him. Watch to the end to see a photo of baby Tomboi; he’s in the red blanket, next to the infamous Wendi! Meet the orphans in our care and support their journeys back to the wild through an adoption:

Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

20,341 views • 2 months ago

Some people say it’s “time to let him go” because caring for him has become difficult. His name is Buddy. He’s 16 years old and lives with Canine Cognitive Dysfunction — something like dementia in dogs. His body still works well, but his mind feels like a maze he can’t find his way out of. Several times a day, Buddy wanders into the corner of the living room behind the armchair. He faces the wall and just stands there. Somewhere along the way, he forgets how to turn around. Backing up doesn’t seem to exist in his world anymore. So he remains there, trembling slightly, confused by a space that isn’t actually trapping him. When that happens, I don’t get upset. I set my coffee aside, walk over, and gently place my hands on his hips. Then I slowly turn his stiff little body around so he’s facing the open room again. The moment he sees the space in front of him, his tail starts wagging. Just like that, the confusion disappears and he walks away happily, as if nothing ever happened. It takes maybe ten seconds of my day. Buddy spent years of his life bringing me my shoes, watching over the house, and quietly sitting beside me through hard days. If his final months mean I have to help turn him around so he can find his way again, then I’m more than willing. After everything he’s given me, being his compass now feels like the least I can do.
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Some people say it’s “time to let him go” because caring for him has become difficult. His name is Buddy. He’s 16 years old and lives with Canine Cognitive Dysfunction — something like dementia in dogs. His body still works well, but his mind feels like a maze he can’t find his way out of. Several times a day, Buddy wanders into the corner of the living room behind the armchair. He faces the wall and just stands there. Somewhere along the way, he forgets how to turn around. Backing up doesn’t seem to exist in his world anymore. So he remains there, trembling slightly, confused by a space that isn’t actually trapping him. When that happens, I don’t get upset. I set my coffee aside, walk over, and gently place my hands on his hips. Then I slowly turn his stiff little body around so he’s facing the open room again. The moment he sees the space in front of him, his tail starts wagging. Just like that, the confusion disappears and he walks away happily, as if nothing ever happened. It takes maybe ten seconds of my day. Buddy spent years of his life bringing me my shoes, watching over the house, and quietly sitting beside me through hard days. If his final months mean I have to help turn him around so he can find his way again, then I’m more than willing. After everything he’s given me, being his compass now feels like the least I can do.

Crazy Moments

27,986 views • 1 month ago

Viewers Discretion Advice ..... Ever since my parents died, there has been one question that has haunted me every single day. It is a burden I have carried in silence for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I was somehow responsible for my brother's death. I have replayed those events in my mind countless times, asking myself if there was another path I could have taken. This is the story. It began long before he died. When my mother became seriously ill, she was rushed to Alimosho General Hospital in Igando, where she spent almost two months receiving treatment. While the rest of us were praying, hoping, and doing everything we could to keep her alive, my brother behaved in a way none of us could understand. He would leave all three gates of our compound wide open. He bought alcohol and soft drinks for people as though he was celebrating. It felt as if he had already accepted, or even welcomed, the thought of losing our mother. My father noticed it too. He was already 78 years old, and the fear in his eyes is something I can never forget. When my mother was eventually discharged from the hospital, you would have expected things to return to normal. Instead, it was as though a dark cloud had settled over my brother. Then my mother passed away. After her death, my father repeatedly told us he believed Wale would one day kill him. That fear didn't come from nowhere. They had fought before, and my father genuinely believed his life was in danger. Then, a few months later, everything changed again. Wale suddenly became very ill. But before anyone knew he was sick, his behaviour had become even more disturbing. Almost every night, he would walk around carrying an axe. One night, I asked him, "Do you want to kill all of us too?" He didn't answer. He simply laughed. A loud, chilling laugh that still echoes in my mind. This continued during the COVID-19 lockdown. Night after night, he would leave the three entrance gates wide open. We had children living in the house. I am a woman, and this was a period when stories of kidnappings, rape, and violent crimes filled the news every day. I begged him to stop. I warned him. I even told him that if he opened those gates again, I would deal with him myself. Nothing changed. He continued threatening everyone while carrying that axe. Eventually, I reached my breaking point. I reported the matter, and the police arrested him. He spent four days in detention. When I saw the condition he was in, my heart broke. Despite everything that had happened, I pleaded with the police to release him because he looked so weak. They eventually let him go. Not long after that... He died. That was when everything turned against me. Neighbours. Friends. Even some members of my own family. Many believed I was responsible because I was the one who reported him. But something one of the police officers said has stayed with me ever since. He looked at me and asked, "What if he had killed you first?" "What if he had attacked those innocent children who were only eight and five years old?" Those words have echoed in my heart ever since. I have lived with guilt for years. I still question myself. Could I have handled it differently? Should I have taken another approach? Or did I simply do what anyone would have done to protect innocent lives? That is why I am sharing this story today. Please be honest with me. If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?💔
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Viewers Discretion Advice ..... Ever since my parents died, there has been one question that has haunted me every single day. It is a burden I have carried in silence for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I was somehow responsible for my brother's death. I have replayed those events in my mind countless times, asking myself if there was another path I could have taken. This is the story. It began long before he died. When my mother became seriously ill, she was rushed to Alimosho General Hospital in Igando, where she spent almost two months receiving treatment. While the rest of us were praying, hoping, and doing everything we could to keep her alive, my brother behaved in a way none of us could understand. He would leave all three gates of our compound wide open. He bought alcohol and soft drinks for people as though he was celebrating. It felt as if he had already accepted, or even welcomed, the thought of losing our mother. My father noticed it too. He was already 78 years old, and the fear in his eyes is something I can never forget. When my mother was eventually discharged from the hospital, you would have expected things to return to normal. Instead, it was as though a dark cloud had settled over my brother. Then my mother passed away. After her death, my father repeatedly told us he believed Wale would one day kill him. That fear didn't come from nowhere. They had fought before, and my father genuinely believed his life was in danger. Then, a few months later, everything changed again. Wale suddenly became very ill. But before anyone knew he was sick, his behaviour had become even more disturbing. Almost every night, he would walk around carrying an axe. One night, I asked him, "Do you want to kill all of us too?" He didn't answer. He simply laughed. A loud, chilling laugh that still echoes in my mind. This continued during the COVID-19 lockdown. Night after night, he would leave the three entrance gates wide open. We had children living in the house. I am a woman, and this was a period when stories of kidnappings, rape, and violent crimes filled the news every day. I begged him to stop. I warned him. I even told him that if he opened those gates again, I would deal with him myself. Nothing changed. He continued threatening everyone while carrying that axe. Eventually, I reached my breaking point. I reported the matter, and the police arrested him. He spent four days in detention. When I saw the condition he was in, my heart broke. Despite everything that had happened, I pleaded with the police to release him because he looked so weak. They eventually let him go. Not long after that... He died. That was when everything turned against me. Neighbours. Friends. Even some members of my own family. Many believed I was responsible because I was the one who reported him. But something one of the police officers said has stayed with me ever since. He looked at me and asked, "What if he had killed you first?" "What if he had attacked those innocent children who were only eight and five years old?" Those words have echoed in my heart ever since. I have lived with guilt for years. I still question myself. Could I have handled it differently? Should I have taken another approach? Or did I simply do what anyone would have done to protect innocent lives? That is why I am sharing this story today. Please be honest with me. If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?💔

I am Oluwademilade 🇵🇹♥️💙

114,287 views • 21 days ago

Our Keepers move between units as elephants grow — Nursery, Voi, Kaluku, and Umani. When Mzinga arrived at our Nairobi Nursery, Sammy was there to shepherd her through her earliest, most vulnerable days. But rewind a few years, and he was in Voi, bonding with an elephant who still holds a special place in his heart: Murit. "I looked after him and he became very attached to me. We were both new to Voi, so we created a bond and leaned on each other.Whenever he heard my voice, he started shouting to get my attention. Even when I would take a few steps away from him, he would be right there, following me. It was hard to leave him when I returned to the Nursery after a few years, but by that time he was strong and didn’t need me. It makes me happy to know that he is big and independent and even starting to find his way in the wild."
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Our Keepers move between units as elephants grow — Nursery, Voi, Kaluku, and Umani. When Mzinga arrived at our Nairobi Nursery, Sammy was there to shepherd her through her earliest, most vulnerable days. But rewind a few years, and he was in Voi, bonding with an elephant who still holds a special place in his heart: Murit. "I looked after him and he became very attached to me. We were both new to Voi, so we created a bond and leaned on each other.Whenever he heard my voice, he started shouting to get my attention. Even when I would take a few steps away from him, he would be right there, following me. It was hard to leave him when I returned to the Nursery after a few years, but by that time he was strong and didn’t need me. It makes me happy to know that he is big and independent and even starting to find his way in the wild."

Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

29,755 views • 1 month ago