I am not the young lion I use to be. My grandson is dashing around the grassland.
"Kopa, slow down! Your grandpa isn't as fast as he use to be!"
However, he can't hear me. He is too hyper to pay attention. I keep running after him. Suddenly I feel a pain in my leg. I slump to the ground feeling tired and sore.
"What has become of me?" I ask myself.
I glance around.
"Kopa? Kopa?!"
I don't get a response.
"If I lose you, Kiara is going to kill me!"
Suddenly I spot a dark and white lion running out of nowhere.
"There you are Kopa!"
When he comes to me he stops. I can see a look of concern on his face.
"Are you alright Papa?"
"I am fine Kopa. It's just that your grandpa feels tired."
"Come on we have to go home," Kopa says.
I try to regain my strength but I can barely lift myself off the ground.
"Alright let's go."
We keep walking. Suddenly we reach a rock.
"Stop for a moment Kopa."
"Why are we stopping?"
"This is where your Grandma, Nala was buried."
I look at the grave with a melancholy smile.
It starts getting dark and the sun is setting over the African savanna.
"We have better get back fast before the hyenas come out."
