This is a fast-moving African Action Thriller about the senseless and pointless killing of lions for profit in and around Kenya and Tanzania by a vicious and ruthless lion poacher, kidnapper, and murderer.
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Describes in detail the tracking down of this brutal, bloodthirsty felon across many parts of East Africa and traversing a wide area of Kenya, Tanzania, Zambia, Zimbabwe, and Mozambique.
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After a dangerous journey up the East African coast on an Arab Boum, a medium-sized deep-sea dhow and traditional Arab sailing-vessel, and a stop on the island of Madagascar, they finally get their quarry back to the authorities to face justice.
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This is the story of intense courage fraught with great danger by three dogged and determined brothers from South Africa who finally bring this loathsome rogue before a Judge.
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Garth Tuxford is a world-seasoned traveller and he has personally visited every location that features in “The Lion Hunter” During a seventeen-year career as a Royal Navy Diver and Physical Trainer, Tuxford has been posted to various trouble hotspots across Africa, Asia and Europe and is no stranger to hostile fire. He has also explored some of the most remote and beautiful locations on Earth. He has conducted both underground and underwater caving expeditions, hiked through the Asian rainforest, explored volcanic craters, witnessed the birth of new islands, and climbed some of the world's highest mountains, including Kilimanjaro in Kenya. Upon exiting the military Tuxford worked as a Regional Manager in Asia for a British company in the travel industry. Tuxford was widowed in 2006 and since retiring he spends a lot of his time writing. He has now found a wonderful lady and was remarried in 2014.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone