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dare to survive“Just keep driving,” said the ever-stoic Geoff.
 Trevor did and miraculously the elephants parted and
 chapter 1let us through.
 Eventually we arrived at Kariba at 2:30am and met
Ibelieve that we all just take life for granted untilthe only piece of negativity we found when the duty
something happens to bring us up short and make usnurses took one look at me and said, “Maiwee,
take stock of what we have in life. For me, it allmaiwee! You cannot come here, we have no facilities.
started with a hyena... But NO! Actually it didn’t. ItYou must go to Harare.”
started before that.Harare was another five hours drive away.
Do you ever have times when your own words comeLuckily, two Cuban doctors appeared and immediately
back to you? Each term, as the Head of a private,put me on a drip, administered painkillers, gave me an
primary school in the farming town of Chipinge on theanti-tetanus injection, rabies vaccine and sewed up my
south-eastern border of Zimbabwe I chose a keythumb, apologising that they could do nothing for my
word and based my assemblies around this word.face. They really gave me a good Z$120 worth which
In the middle term of 2003, I chose the wordwas what government clinics charged at that time.
Challenges, and in the 3rd term - Attitude. The stories,In the meantime, after many phone calls, Trevor had
homilies, quotations, etc that I spoke about to themanaged to get hold of my sister, Barbara, in Harare.
children certainly set me up for my start to 2004.She contacted MARS, the Medical Air Rescue
My daughter, Jenna had phoned me.Service who agreed to come and fetch me. BUT, can
“Mom, would you and Jim like to come on a fishingyou believe this? As there was an air-traffic
trip on the River for New Year?” The river was thecontrollers’ strike in progress they were only able
Zambesi River on the border between Zimbabwe andto land in Kariba when it was light.
Zambia. My husband, Jim, opted not to join the partyTrevor, meanwhile, went into Kariba town to find the
as he reckoned he had done enough camping in hisairport manager who had  the keys to open up the
lifetime. I phoned to tell Jenna that I’d love to go butairport. After much running around he came back with
that Jim wouldn’t. She laughed and said that herthe manager’s keys, just for the main security gate!
Dad, my first husband, Geoff, was going to come butJust before the expected time of the plane’s
his wife, Avril, wouldn’t, for exactly the samearrival, Trevor was going to transfer me into his car so
reason as Jim, and asked if Jim would mind me going ifthat there would be no delay at the airport when the
Geoff was on his own. Well, no one minded, so thatplane landed. Here, the hospital staff refused to
was okay.release me as they were ‘responsible’ for me
About fourteen of us met up in Harare at sun-up,and I had to travel in the hospital ambulance, but the
loaded the vehicles with all our camping gear, fishingdriver would have to ‘jump start’ it for them
rods, beer and wine, food and other essentials. In aafter they had located him! Well, Trevor took one look
wonderful, light-hearted holiday spirit, we all set out inat the ambulance and said that under no
convoy for Mongwe, thirty kilometres downstreamcircumstances was his mother-in-law going in that
from Chirundu, on the banks of the mighty Zambezi‘death trap’! It really was horrendous, literally tied
River, which forms the boundary between Zimbabwetogether with wire and tyres worn down to the metal!
and Zambia, a really unique and special area ofAfter much argument, Trevor drove to the airport to
Zimbabwe – in fact, the whole of the Zambezifetch the doctor and nursing sister to bring them back
Valley is spectacular. The first part of the journey toto Kariba Hospital.
Makuti took a few hours on good tar roads. We thenThey were great, examined me and agreed that I
wound our way downwards into the Zambesi Valley,could travel in Trevor’s 4x4 with them in
the tar becoming narrower, the heat increasing, until weattendance. Reaching the airport, the pilots apologised
turned off the road and travelled down an indistinct,for not arriving sooner. I was soon ensconced in the
winding dirt track through the bush. As it was the rainyAir Ambulance and in the air. The MARS doctor and
season, occasionally one of the vehicles wouldsister were superb, very efficient and reassuring.
flounder in the mud, as we crossed rivers and elephantDuring the flight they radioed ahead to the Avenues
tracks, and it would have to be pulled out by one ofClinic for a receiving surgeon to be waiting for me and
the 4X4s.to have a plastic surgeon on stand-by.
The convoy eventually arrived at our destination byUpon my arrival at the Clinic, things went pretty much
mid-afternoon, an abandoned fishing camp that wasaccording to the TV Soaps, where I was handed over
being resuscitated by my son-in-law, Trevor, and ato the doctors and plastic surgeon, X-rayed, prepared
few of his friends, who had gone into partnership in thefor theatre, operated on, and then sent to the wards.
venture. There were quite a few of these campsContrary to what I had been led to believe would
along the Zambezi that had previously been owned byhappen in Zimbabwe at that time, my treatment and
white Zimbabweans. The owners had been chasednursing was second to none and I have nothing but
away by ‘freedom fighters’ and National praise for all the people who attended to me. They
Parks had taken over the camps. Now seriouslywere all highly skilled and very caring. We were so
neglected, National Parks were inviting these samefortunate in that country to have had so many
white Zimbos back to the camps to try and put themdedicated and highly thought of specialists practising
right again and encourage tourism. They could seethere – quite a few of whom are still doing so.
how beautiful the developments on the Zambian sideMeanwhile my poor husband, who was in Chipinge
of the river were and how popular they were forwhere we lived at that time, had been told by my elder
holidays and fishing trips and how tourists were pouringdaughter Alison, who lived on a farm in Middle Sabi,
into the area across the river.that I had been attacked and dragged by my head by
This particular camp was set right on the banks of thea hyena, the message she had received. Fearing the
river on quite a steep slope. A fairly basic ablutionworst, he packed his funeral suit and set off for
block was perched on the top with spectacular viewsHarare, planning my service and choosing hymns on
of the river, which you could enjoy whilst taking athe way. He was actually highly relieved to see me
shower. Halfway down the slope was a dilapidatedalive!
double storey stone and thatch building. Upstairs was aI am sure that I was on half the prayer lists in the
large half-walled sleeping area. Downstairs was acountry upon my arrival in Harare and probably most
basic kitchen and sitting and dining area. This was in aof the others by the time I was in theatre. It was
really bad state of repair and needed a good clean, soincredible how quickly the news had spread. I do
we all set about with brooms to make the placebelieve that I am living proof that prayers are
habitable. Jenna and Trevor were to sleep there withanswered. From the moment that hyena let go of me,
their children and the rest of us set about erecting oureverything was positive.
tents on the river bank. By now, the beer and wineI did lose my eye but the surgeon managed to
was flowing and humour was at a high.re-attach my eye-lid, which is a big plus for holding in a
We had been having an idyllic time, fishing, boating,false eye. He had hopes of finding tear ducts but this
eating, drinking, talking, and just enjoying the wonderfulwas not to be. After the first operation he thought he
ambience of the African bush - as one does on thewould have to do a couple of skin grafts, but during
banks of that incredible river. On the 2nd January wethe second operation ten days later he found that it
had spent the morning fishing, drifted down the riverwasn’t necessary. My face, especially the eyelid,
for a late afternoon drink, returned to camp, had awas very swollen, needing to be massaged for at
wonderful, gourmet-type meal - in true Zimbabweleast half an hour three times a day. This, my husband
fashion we had taken two cooks with us, who evendid. I would then lie back and revel in the joys of
managed to produce freshly baked bread each day.formication (note the letter “m”), following the
We had been sitting around reminiscing about thestimulation to my face. I never cease to be amazed at
good, old, bad days, enjoying the odd glass of wine ormy recovery. Having been for various neuro-scans, it
six as one often does, listening to the noises of theappeared that the nerves in both my face and hands
night – the loud barks of the baboons, the hoarsewere working - more or less.
coughs of the hyenas, the occasional roar of lions andThe bone man managed to put my very graunched
the musical sound of the Christmas beetles. Justhand back together with skewers and skill. It took him
beautiful!three operations and six months but I have just about
At about 9:30pm we all decided to retire for the night.full movement back. When I said to him,
Isn’t it amazing how tired one gets doing nothing all‘Thank you so much, I was really worried about my
day? I settled into my little tent (one of those two-manhand,’ his reply was,
affairs made for undersized midgets!). It was‘So was I – but you know something? This had
extremely hot and sultry, so after about an hour ofso much to do with getting it right.’ – and he
tossing and turning I decided to sleep on the stretcher Itapped me on the head!
had outside my tent. The tent was too small for theFourteen operations later, I am amazed at my
stretcher to fit inside! I must admit, that as I arrangedrecovery and cannot believe how good my face is
my pillow and sheet on the stretcher, the thought ofwhen I look back and remember how mutilated it was.
wild animals did cross my mind but I instantly dismissedMy eye socket was reconstructed, using the mucus
the idea, settled down and was soon fast asleep.membrane from my mouth, so that it could hold a
At ten to midnight I was jerked to wakefulness by theglass eye which looks fine but doesn’t see too well.
sound of the scrunching of bones and the mostMuch worse things happen to other people. I am still
disgusting smell. Confused and disorientated, at first Ialive. My injuries could have been much more horrific.
didn’t know what was going on, but I soon realisedThe response of my family and friends, and total
that the bones being scrunched were my bones, as astrangers were wonderful. The prayers, support, good
hyena bit into my face and hand and started draggingwishes, flowers and gifts given to us by so many
me up the steep slope. I screamed and screamed,were unbelievable. People raised and donated, what I
fighting desperately as though my life depended on itconsidered to be, vast amounts of money to help
– which I suppose it really did – and thinking thattowards my medical expenses. This I found very
my end was insight! It must have been only a fewdifficult to accept as I had always been one of the
seconds before the brute, realising that he’d bittenpeople who organised this sort of thing.
off more than he could chew, let me go and vanishedZimbabwe was, and still is, still a very caring society to
into the night. As I knelt in the dirt, the blood pouringlive in. People saw what needed doing and did it. I
from my face, I realised that my hands and feet stillarrived home to a full freezer and fridge and a house
worked and that I could still think so I must be all right!full of flowers and meals. My little school was in
I was actually a bit of a mess. My eye was in my ear,perfect running order, as I knew it would be.
my ear was hanging off, my face was a bloody pulp,When something horrific happens to you, it makes you
my thumb was nearly detached from my hand andstop and take stock of all that you have. It enables you
my arms were torn to shreds.to put things into perspective and to realize what is
My son-in-law, Trevor Gilbert and a friend picked meimportant in your life. So often we take everything for
up and carried me to the thatched A-frame, wheregranted and don’t appreciate all that is good in our
they sat me in the light. My daughter Jenna and herlives. We let little things niggle us, tend to be judgmental
friend, Kim, then proceeded to put me together,and let things get out of proportion. Pull yourself up
cleaning up all my wounds and bandaging them. Whatshort. Think about your life and all you have to be
a dreadful thing for a daughter to have to do for herthankful for. Focus on what is important. Show your
mother, but both she and Kim managed superbly.gratitude. Dare to survive.
Luckily, Trevor is one of those people who have toSince my ‘Hyena Incident’ I have met a vast
have the best of everything and so his First Aid Kitnumber of people who have survived incredible
was the best on the market. It included saline dripstraumas and believe they have come out as better
which were used to clean all my wounds.people. They have such positive attitudes and are
I was put onto the front passenger seat of the 4x4wonderful people and an inspiration to speak to. They
that had been laid flat. Geoff held my head and Trevordared to survive. You don’t have to go through
drove me back through the bush to the hospital intrauma to have a survival attitude and a positive
Kariba, the nearest small town. I could hear Trevor andmindset. Remember that life is ten percent what
Geoff talking.happens to you and ninety percent how you respond
“Don’t let her fall asleep Geoff,” said Trevor.to it. You have the ability to respond and therefore the
“She’s lost lots of blood, she’ll go into‘responsibility’ for your life. Our past responses
shock.”have brought us to the place where we are at now. Is
Every elephant and his friend seemed to be on thatit a place that you like to be in or does it need
bush track that night and weren’t too keen to getchanging? You can change your life if you really want
out of the way.to. Live life positively. Dare to survive, thrive and lead a
“Oh no!” yelled Trevor, “The elies arewonderful life.
blocking the way. I can’t get through.”