Wilderness Stories

Mabel the phone eating ostrich

Mabel was one of fifteen ostriches that were hand reared in the conservancy and she was a constant and characterful presence in camp at Enasoit. She even used to accompany guests out on walking safaris. She loved pecking shiny things and one day ate the mobile phone of a high flying finance executive we had staying. We could see it moving down her long neck much to its owner’s distress! Luckily Mabel was fine after swallowing the mobile.

However, Mabel sadly came to a sticky end just the other day when she met twelve lions and all we found the next day was a pile of feathers :-(. She had made it to eleven years though and was very clever indeed at avoiding predators until that fateful day.

Bush proposal

Sitting on the rooftop of this old Toyota, gazing at the African sunset unfolding across the savannah, I had no inkling of the wonderful events that would happen on the following day….

…we followed two lionesses and their five cubs along a track for twenty minutes,

… a melanistic serval cat jumped out of the long grass as we made our way back to Lions Bluff Lodge,

…and my boyfriend proposed to me as we sat down to eat a breakfast prepared for us under an acacia tree in the middle of the plains!

Gateway to an ocean wilderness

“There’s a hole in the side of Africa, where the walls will speak if you only listen
Walls that tell a tale so sad, that the tears on the cheeks of Africa glisten
Stand and hear a million slaves, tell you how they walked so far
That many died in misery, while the rest were sold in Zanzibar
Shimoni, Oh Shimoni,
You have to find the answer, and the answer has been written down in Shimoni”


When Kenya-born singer-songwriter Roger Whittaker released this sad song in 1983, the village of Shimoni was a relatively quiet backwater on the southern Kenya coast, known primarily for its deep-sea fishing club. It is now a little bit larger and busier and tourists come to see the ‘slave cave’ that gives Shimoni its name (shimo-ni in Kiswahili means “at the cave”), as well embark on boat trips to the magnificent marine wilderness that is Kisite-Mpunguti Marine National Park. One could say that Whittaker’s song played a significant role in this development, by bringing Shimoni and its caves to wider attention.

When my father took us dolphin spotting on a local dhow trip to Kisite in 1984, my mother fell in love with Shimoni and the surrounding area. This inspired them to buy land locally and start the Pilli Pipa company with their partners Bruce Trebinski and his girlfriend Philipa in the ‘80s. It was then sold on to Selina and Harm (who have developed it into the great outfit that it is today) in the early 90s, after my parents left Kenya in 1990. My mother never forgot Shimoni though so she and I returned there in 1997 and she built the restaurant ‘Smugglers’ (which my father handed on to my Uncle Sam in 2001, when she died).

The entrance to the largest cave that the Arab traders used to hold slaves in the 17th century had become a local rubbish tip by then. My mother was a big fan of Roger Whittaker and perhaps it was partly her love for this song that encouraged her, along with other local business people, to push the local government to clean up this historical site and turn it into the tourist attraction that it is today.

Winniefred Wangui Theresa Rendell is buried on our land in Shimoni is still remembered fondly by the local people in Shimoni.

The Elephant Bride

In Samburu legend, elephants were once humans, until one day a nervous young bride disobeyed her father.

Once upon a time there was a young bride who has just become newly wed. As she prepared to leave home her father gave her strict instructions that when she left the boma (thorn enclosure) she was not to look back. But she felt so sad as she followed her husband away that she couldn’t resist turning around and taking one last wistful glance at her childhood home. That night in her new hut strange things began to happen. N’gai (God) was very angry that the girl had disobeyed her father and decided to punish her. The young bride began to swell and grow and burst out of the roof of the hut and at last turned into a great, grey elephant under the bright night sky.

All elephants descended from this first elephant girl, and as such the Samburu and elephants are related by blood. It is believed that when elephants find dead humans they too place grass upon the graves. Even after the Samburu have left an area for good, they have seen elephants take branches or leaves and place them upon the graves of their dead. Accordingly, when the Samburu pass an elephant skull they pick some green grass, spit on it and place it inside holes in the skull. Green grass is a symbol of peace and spit a symbol of rain, and the two together are a blessing bestowed.

The Samburu have lived for a long time in co-existence with wildlife and the Namunyak Wildlife Conservation Trust was set up in 1995 specifically to promote wildlife conservation and to assist the local community in benefiting from tourism, in return for continuing to protect the wildlife species on their land. Namunyak means the place of peace in Samburu and it is an area of approximately 75,000 acres in Matthews Mountain range in northern Kenya. After severe poaching in the 70’s and 80’s there were no more of the Samburu people’s revered elephant in the area so this conservation effort can be counted as a huge success because now several thousand elephant have been recorded as living an breeding here.

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