There may be many Afrikaan clans roaming the lands of the continent. Many claim to be the fiercest, most vicious, and most merciless. But only one can truly lay claim to the trilogy – Wanyamapori i.e. the Wildlife clan.

Nothing says Afrika quite like the wild that occupies it – the animal kingdom. Food is scarce, water even more so. To survive the terrains and weather, one needs to learn and understand his surroundings. Adapt, or be absorbed into the food chain.

Chief amongst them all is the Lion King. The respected head of the Wildlife clan. He devours all in his way. His roar is mightier than the clasps of thunder. Oh his frizzy mane, his razor-sharp claws. Nothing is quite able to tame him, except his equally eccentric partner. The clan affectionately calls her Mummy. Don’t be deceived by the cute, innocent eyes. Some say a look is all it takes for the earth beneath to shudder in fear.