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People from Congo come and give us guns and tell us to kill elephants and bring us the tusks. I have done it twice before I was beaten. I shot them out of the park. But I will never kill another elephant, for any price. Je ne peux plus. Manga was from the nearby village of Macuca. We go there and talk to his mother, brother, and widow. They say he was a porter for some Bantu braconniers and some gendarmes came and found their AL in his hut. It was a real tragedy, but Lionel says no Baka are beaten or thrown into prison any more unless they are involved in poaching or hunting in the park.

This could create war. An American named Jonathan who was with the organization to protect indigenous people took me to South Africa to testify what was being done to us. We leave Banana and head back north up to the park, but at the crossroads at Ngilili we veer right to stop at the trophy-hunting safari camp where Peter Flack shot the forest elephant. The camp is in one of the zones de chases south of the park. The expose by Survival that one of its South African trustees had shot a forest elephant was so embarrassing that Flack was dismissed within the month, despite his protests.

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And elephants are actually being killed in both, and there are these ill-defined conservation areas wedged in where the Baka are supposed to be allowed to do their traditional subsistence hunting and gathering, but if they wander into the park or one of the hunting zones, BLAM too. Ngilili is where Lionel and his three friends were beaten by the egoguards. They are about to close up their lodge but their guards nous menacent. The trophy hunters pay 33 million francs to kill elephant, bongo, buffalo, sitatunga when they are protected, and none of us are guides. None of our children have tasted a morceau of elephant.

We killed one elephant. The soldiers came and beat me hard. The Bantu were arrested and they took the three of us to the brigade in Moloundou. They set me free after six hours and sent the Bantu to prison in Bertoua. If we go there now something will happen to us. There is no meat within fives miles. Only the Bantu have pigs, goats, sheep, cows, chickens. We work in their fields and they pay us almost nothing. We have cacao but all of it is sold and now we are suffering. A lot more animals are being killed than Safari is allowed to kill. The road leads through the forest over a board bridge to half a dozen cabins and a mess hall.

Half a dozen dogs— African barkless dogs bred to bark— run up to the truck barking viciously. The camp closed four days ago, the chief guard, Alain Lamedou, tells me.

Pepo, the head guide who runs the camp, has gone to Douala. One elephant, also bongo, sitatunga, buffalo and sambar deer. This season our quota was eight animals and we had eight clients. Most of them were from Texas. I am a taxidermist, and prepare the head to be shipped to them. If Lognia is killing only one elephant a season, that I can live with, and so can the elephants. Are more ij killed, in collusion with Eau et Forets and the ecoguards and WFF staff at Lobeke, which I will be hearing allegations of? Also the Baka vucked being allowed to kill one or two a year, for ritual and nutritional purposes, as Survival and several progressives at WWF would like fhcked see happen, probably should be allowed.

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The watercourses are lined with Gilbertiodendon. These trees and the kapoks and wild rubber trees are close West African relatives of the ones in the Amazon. Africa and South America were joined until sixty million years ago, by which time the ancestors of these trees had evolved. The only animal we see, fleetingly, is the orange flash of a bongo, the largest forest antelope, disappearing into the underbrush. We make it to the overnight camp near the Mirador at dusk. As I sling my hammock and the others pitch their tents, there is a loud pop a mile or two away. The road is too far away for it to have been a blow-out. If we hear another shot, it is definitely a carbine.

Somebody is hunting deep in the park, right near the clearing. Somebody who works for the park, or somebody from the outside? Somebody who knows where the animals are, so probably the former, and it is probably condoned or not being investigated. Maybe even another ecoguard. The sun sets and the crepuscular biophony reaches a crescendo, then the camp is lit up by gleaming lucioles, fireflies. A family of gorillas— a dominant male and his consort, a subadult male, and three children— two hundred yards away, on the other side of the clearing immediately notices us and recedes into the thick jungle, leaving only a large royal eagle with snow-white head and shoulders up in a palm tree.

They were western lowland gorillas, the most widespread and numerous of the four gorilla subspecies. According to the WWF. However, the total population is thought to number up toindividuals. A bongo appears, sees us and stays grazing and is joined by a sitatunga. No elephants, but there are fresh, water-filled tracks, the size of giant pizza pies, right below the Mirador, coming from another clearing, behind an impenetrable thirty- foot high wall of faux palmes, as high as the Mirador. I have already sliced a finger on one of their serrated fronds.

Fastened to the boards of the cabin on the observation deck are dozens of needle-like nodules woven by sweat bees and packed with nectar and pollen and eggs that will hatch into their progeny. The bases of the nodules are swarming with little black ants. Lucien is 38 and has been an ecoguard for 18 years. He is strong, intelligent, dependable, the kind of guy you want to have watching your back. He knew the ecoguard who was killed by poachers in and Dani, the one who was shot during a firefight with poachers last November, and he knows the story that Dani could have been shot by not by them, but by one of the other ecoguards on patrol with him, who had it in for him and took advantage of the situation to off him, which I have heard or will hear from several others could have some truth to it and is still being investigated.

The poachers were two Bantu and one Baka. They had one AK between them. Most of the ivory poached in and around the park goes down to Moloundou. The young are not interested in agriculture so they hunt. The thing about the Baka being intimidated by us is that there is no act of poaching in which Baka are not implicated. Or a girl with two passports and an oil-rich allowance? In the car, I vocalize along with Fela, my hips bumping on beat against the seat belt constraints, my fingers dancing on the dial to turn it up. Uncle perks up, reclines his chair forward. I explain that I dothat I speak the language and love it.

I hate feeling like a fisherman in my own blood. America swims into my lungs, I cough up border fences and visas. Dual citizenship molds my clothes, I am never on dry land. One night, my cousins and I roam the streets of Lagos. The vendors draw soup from their pots, we argue over prices. I am fearful that most of this country will miss out on this flattening of the global playing field. I haven't read the book's section of developing countries yet, but the author Thomas Friedman seems sanguine about the aggregate positive effects of globalization on the world's population.

Unfortunately, Gambia seems largely removed from these changes. To be sure, modern communication is slowly proliferating, but the country seems to be falling further and further behind the rest of the world. There are some improvements, like the paving of the north bank highway, but these all seem to be driven by foreign donors. Most people want to go work overseas and they do work hard if they get therebut the money made is devoted to micro-level changes here -- a nicer house, a few years of generator-provided electricity. Reading about legions of Chinese and Indians toiling away and improving their skills, it is difficult to contrast that with what I see here, where many teachers may not read a single book during the school holidays.

Yet just a kilometer from here is a functioning, albeit poor, country.


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