Simba, rottweiler in Manzanilla, in Sweet T&T for Sweet TnT Magazine in Trinidad and Tobago

Love, Simba – a letter to mankind

By Vedesh Nath. Dear Hominids, I Simba write this letter openly and passionately regarding the recent tragedy which resulted in the death of the beautiful baby boy Maleek. Though I am not at liberty to discuss the series of events which occurred, I beg – whatever your conclusion on the disaster, to please hear me out.

Quite often, while my humans have the television on after sunset, I would hear the voice of a stranger through the television playing from inside my human’s home. I would lie on my belly on the cold floor at the end of a rusted chain, and I would listen to the faint sound of the news penetrating through the galvanised walls. The broadcast would always begin with tragedy. I frequently hear sounds of gunshot echoing, the scandals of what you humans call “leaders”, husbands beating wives and wives beating husbands – and I would always wonder why is there such cruelty and hate within your race – the human race. Humans are the highest form in the animal kingdom – given your freedom to create, to think, to communicate clearly to one another – yet when I hear the news I would think – is the human race really the highest form in the animal kingdom?

Hearing the news of the death of a child is always heart-breaking. When I hear an innocent child is murdered, I often wonder about the justification of a God. They say if you spell dog backwards you’ll get “God”. But I am no closer to God than you. And now that this catastrophe has happened and it involves me, I have begun to think that I am just as bad as you humans. But is it that I’m bad or merely mirroring what I’m taught by you? (Note this is not a confession but merely my train of thoughts.)

The news isn’t the only medium from where I hear bad things. I sometimes see things right in my human’s neighbourhood. When I’m tied outside, I would usually find a cool spot to lay and observe the surroundings. This one time I saw a little boy pull out a gun from his pocket and shoot behind another one. More than once, I see cars speeding by until they crash into another vehicle. I hear my human’s neighbour beating his wife – unable to determine which is louder – the sound of the belt or the sound of her scream. I hear another of my human’s neighbour plotting to rob another one of the neighbours and some others when they fall asleep.

However, despite all this, I still haven’t given up on mankind. Just when I am on the verge of giving up on you hominids (and please know that this is a usual occurrence), acts of kindness ensue. Though I’ve never witnessed any of it, I would often hear on the latter part of the news broadcast of these good Samaritans with plenty broughtupsy.

I remember hearing over the television of two school boys helping an elder human to cross the street in Port of Spain. I remember another time, hearing about another little boy who ran out of the bushes to call for help after his mother’s car was hanging off a cliff – about to fall over, in the North Coast.

Grateful Simba

Though I have kept my silence till now on both the good and the bad, I have decided to pen this letter (which has been a challenging task given that I have paws) since the circumstance now involves me. Like I said, I am not at liberty to discuss what happened, but I ask – whatever your conclusion to the disaster is – to forgive me, and forgive others. If you humans – the highest form of animal – cannot forgive me, a dog – the lowest form, where will the human race go? In this era of guns and drugs and road rage dotted with sporadic moments of care and love, I urge all of you to do the right thing and instill hope as a major element in mankind and in beautiful Trinbago once again. Stop hurting. Share love instead. Stop speeding. Stop shooting. Stop the fighting. Stop the hate.

I Simba know – deep inside this beautiful country – are beautiful people with beautiful souls who all want better.

You, the beautiful ones, have saved my life. My humans wanted to kill me, and I don’t blame him for he is in pain and I was willing to accept my punishment – but through your kindness and your love – I can now continue my life as I know it and one day, live as I never dreamed. Though I cannot relay in your language with my tongue, I too, like you have feelings. I too am hurt by the loss of Maleek. I hoped for one to hear of his story on the news – of him helping an elder human crossing the road, or of him collecting a medal from the Prime Minister for helping someone in need. Never – in my worst fears, did I want Maleek to find his way on the news in this manner.

I am heartbroken. But I thank you for forgiving me. I am forever grateful and forever your best friend.

I would like to see more of the love you’ve shown to me practiced in your everyday lives among your fellowmen in the human race in Trinbago.

Love,

Simba

June 2016 – Issue 22    www.sweettntmagazine.com


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