This day, just after he finished a five kilometer stretch, his sixth sense heightened. He felt that someone had been shadowing him. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a male mountain lion, prevalent in the area, had been following him, maintaining a short distance. He realized that the animal had been waiting for Chimanunda to stop for a break to make his final move. And that’s when his loving granny’s smiling face, singing a childhood lullaby to him, flashed in his mind:
A lion wakes up in the morning
He thinks if I don’t run my fastest today, I will go hungry.
A gazelle wakes up in the morning
He thinks if I don’t run my fastest today, I will become a lion’s food.
Chimanunda accelerated his pace remembering that a few weeks back, he met a caring older couple who had built a house on a cliff overlooking the ocean at the distant. They invited him for a cold drink. Then, after listening to his life’s mission, they showed him how to open the front-door of their gated compound from outside, in case someday he wanted to take some rest on their porch, while they were away. Today, Chimanunda sprinted like that proverbial gazelle, found the couple’s house, unlocked the gate, entered the perimeter and re-locked the gate. Soon, standing on the porch, he heard the scratching sound from the mountain lion on the other side of the closed door, trying desperately to find his disappearing prey.
The sound stopped almost after half an hour. Only then, Chimanunda took out his cell-phone from his back pocket to place an emergency call to the Park Rangers Office. Soon, a rescue helicopter started hovering over the house, eventually lifting him out of the danger.