![]() ![]() The rhino just continued to stare, its jaw moving back and forth, grinding up the grass. “What are you looking at Chipembere?” Tonderayi asked. The black rhino who the poacher had targeted continued to munch on the dried grass, indifferent to the commotion around him. “I am not afraid of you, and I will not let you harm the animals of this land ever again.” She pushed off the man with her foot and kicked hard, hitting the poacher in the side of the head, knocking him out. Tonderayi placed her foot on the man’s chest. The poacher toppled over gasping for air. She felt her leg push into the man’s diaphragm, expelling the breath from his body. Tonderayi side stepped, bringing her knee up into the poachers stomach. Tonderayi had seen that look before, one of a man who wouldn’t give up his power, especially to a girl. He was twice her size, and had a crazed look in his eyes. A girl who is going to hand you over to the auth…” Before she could finish, the poacher lunged at her. A girl that stopped you from killing an innocent animal. Tonderayi walked around to face the poacher. ![]() She brought the man’s arms down behind his back, and used her zip ties to secure his wrists. Tonderayi unsnapped the laniered that was slung across the poacher's shoulder, his hunting rifle clattered to the ground. The poacher yelped and put his hands up in the air. The poacher began to turn to face the voice that threatened him.Īs he turned, Tonderayi stuck the tip of her freshly sharpened knife into the man’s side, making sure to break the skin, but not puncture anything vital. He hadn’t heard the girl sneak up on him, nor did he know if her threat was real. He thought this was his big payday that killing the black rhino and sawing off its horn to be sold to the highest bidder would make him rich. “If you so much as move a finger, I will kill you,” Tonderayi hissed. ![]() ![]() Akashinga translates to “Brave Ones.” I have the deepest respect for these women and what they do. These female warriors protect the animals of Zimbabwe from poachers. Author’s Note: This fictional story was inspired by the very real women of The Akashinga. ![]()
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