When I was a little girl, my teacher read my elementary school class The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. It’s a magical tale about a kingdom called Narnia, and in part, its king, a valiant hero that also happens to be a talking lion named Aslan. The epitome of wisdom and bravery, strength and power, Aslan made my little heart swoon. I desperately wanted him to be real and more importantly, my friend. While sadly my dream never came true, (wahhhh)…Aslan, I realized later on, marked the beginning of my love for lions. Today, even though I am much older, (sigh), when I see a lion in the wild I still feel the little burst of excitement I felt as a child when I first learned about Aslan.
Enter Sikio, a handsome young male from the Marsh Pride, seen here one morning this past September in the Mara Triangle, a lion whose beauty and nobility could easily be the type of lion upon which Lewis conjured Aslan. Sikio was on the hunt. Not for food, but for a very pretty female lion that passed our vehicle a few minutes earlier. He was focused on her and she was very focused on getting as far away as possible. His charms, alas, did not sway her. She didn’t seem to care that he was the incarnation of Aslan, to her he was the height of annoying.
I guess she never read C. S. Lewis.