The beginning of the end

By Yonela Z. Njisane

Rubbing shoulders with the big guns -- the new Dr Amanda Yucca Chulayo
Rubbing shoulders with the big guns — the new Dr Amanda Yucca Chulayo

Just the other day a senior colleague and a big sis, Dr Amanda Yucca Chulayo, graduated with her doctoral degree in Agriculture-Animal Science. It was a great achievement and the beginning of a new chapter for her. For me it was inspiring and motivating. The thing is, she is “one of us”- another girl from the small town of Cofimvaba, blossoming for the whole world to witness.

Myself and Amanda, some years ago. I would like to think the conversation was about our work on cattle, getting some tips from the sweetest breed - Boran.
Myself and Amanda, some years ago. I would like to think the conversation was about our work on cattle, getting some tips from the sweetest breed – Boran.

Seeing her make it out strong despite of all the ups and downs I have seen and heard from her about her academic journey made me reflect on my own share of troubles. See, the journey itself may be bitter at times but the fruits to bear at the end are certainly sweeter. I know it’s hard to think about the sugary side of it when you are busy climbing the mountain with its obstacles.
As Greg Child said “Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit, is the answer to the mystery why we climb”

 

The last picture I took with the Boys just before they were transported.
The last picture I took with the Boys just before they were transported.

It sure is a climb…
I am currently in the phase of my studies I would like to refer to as “The beginning of the end.” It has been a long and hectic five months of data collection and everything before and after that. The Boys are gone and I don’t really want to talk about it. They were loved dearly.
In short, we wrapped up all the behavioural observations and physiological sampling. I had to organize all the administrative issues around the slaughter processes. The observations and sampling was followed up during transportation and slaughter. And now, at the “almost” end, I am only left with some lab analyses.
Well, for obvious reasons, a part of me is glad it is all slowly coming to an end. But so far, I’ve learned more than I thought I could, and I think it’s not nearly the end of the learning process for me, even though I am edging closer and closer to that Dr title.
I think I am going to start writing a journal on “lessons of the day” just to make sure no day goes by without a dose of daily development. For instance, I have learnt a lot about myself, other people, different animal species and a long list of skills during this period of my studies:
• Selfie 101: I learnt that Yonela (Myself) is a strict, highly organized (Oh Yes I am!!!), straight forward and a professional person, period! She pays attention to details and she doesn’t really allow room for negotiations when it comes to that. Over time she can lose her cool when her patience is being tested. She gets frustrated when things are not going in order. She may be a sensitive person but she is very forgiving and has a big heart. She has learned to talk about herself in the third person 😉 and she might be doing better that she realizes…
• Society 101: I have learned that not everyone is as bad as I always perceived (personal experience). There are still good hearts out there, like those that tirelessly devoted their time and energy assisting me with my field work. As a good friend said in Shona “Yu werokamu” which means “we help each other,” and if it wasn’t for them, I don’t think I would have ever practically learned and seen the significance of that concept.
Of course you also have to learn the tough lessons about people. A friend made me realise that people will always talk. Whether you do “good or bad” there will always be those that are simply not satisfied with you. Sometimes you may know the reasons but sometimes you may not. But you can’t live trying to please other people. The lesson there is that you always strive to do the right thing, stick to your path without even trying to please anyone but God… in that way you will be safe.
• Animal 101: The time I spent at the farm was my favourite part of this PhD process. I always say that animals are the best creatures. I learned that it’s not just dogs and cats that are interesting, with that ability to amaze and make you smile. All animal species are fascinating and entertaining in their own way (but, sure, I may be biased a little bit…).

The Boys filling up in the afternoon for an evening snack -- it's their favourite time to graze.
The Boys filling up in the afternoon for an evening snack — it’s their favourite time to graze.

For instance, I didn’t know that donkeys were such anti-social creatures. We (with the Boys) were in the same paddock with them the other day and they would make sure to move further away whenever we got closer. But most of all, the animals I have studied all taught me to stay true to myself and always stick to the people that support and understand me.
• Time 101: Who would have thought that I (without being pushed) would make decisions to go to the field on weekends – even long ones and holidays? When I joined postgraduate studies I was told that there are no holidays at this level but I would always steal myself some time. I now have learnt the importance of each and every second. Time adds or subtracts towards the goal, depending on how it’s used.
Don’t they say you reap what you sow? I believe that! For every sacrifice there is a reward. One of the greatest examples is in the Bible, that of Jesus on the cross. One just needs to focus on the mission at hand and be disciplined, keeping the ultimate end in mind. What is a couple of holidays and weekends compared to the time of harvest? The ultimate goal…

All in all…

The last day of paddock behavioural observations -- my catwalk to the finish line.
The last day of paddock behaviour observations — my catwalk to the finish line.

One has to take a breath every now and again to reflect. As the Greek philosopher Socrates famously said, “The unexamined life is not worth living,” and that is true about the smaller parts of that life, including the PhD journey. Every journey is a teacher; either you take the lessons positively or negatively. What matters is the destination, which should inform your decisions. Whenever you feel discouraged, find inspiration from wherever you are. It could be from within or from other people or things. Just keep taking those steps towards the finish line.

Thriller

By Keafon Jumbam

Introspection

Serene, would be how I describe this desert atmosphere where I do research. We are far from the hustle and bustle of city life, surrounded only by a small and sparse community of farmers and workers. The nearest shop is almost 30km away and traffic is virtually non-existent. With no television and very little distraction, it can get so quiet that you hear a pin drop, and I revel in the many advantages that this peace brings. For starters, it’s a book lover’s paradise. There’s nothing like soaking up the Kalahari sunset with a good book in hand. And there’s more: this tranquility offers me room to reflect on my life’s journey, both academically and otherwise. Perhaps the best part of it all is that I’m exposed to a friendly, hardworking and accomplished research community that is very generous of their time and knowledge.

Kalahari sunsets to die for
Kalahari sunsets to die for

So what does my fieldwork entail? To recap, I’m collecting data to shed light on why female batties (aka bat-eared foxes) neglect their maternal duties. There’s a healthy population of batties in the reserve where I live, coupled with plenty of other wild life. The first task is habituation. This means getting batties familiar enough to your presence for you to follow them around without influencing their normal behaviour. They are notoriously shy animals and it takes plenty of patience (think months!), raisins (they absolutely love it) and skills to approach without startling them. After habituation, data collection begins in the form of recording behaviour on a tablet and collecting faecal samples for laboratory hormonal analysis. As you’ve probably figured out by now, we work individually and mostly at night since batties are mainly nocturnal animals. But working at night can be good, just ask diurnal researchers how hot it gets in the Kalahari during summer!

The breeding season, which runs from October to December, is a critical period for my research as I eagerly await surprises of new brood. Last December, despite drought setbacks, our project had its very first litter of pups by a vixen named

Bertha and her pups (photo credit: Samantha Renda)
Bertha and her pups (photo credit: Samantha Renda)

Bertha. Mother and pups took us on a roller coaster ride of frequent den changes, necessitating regular visits to keep track and onsite monitoring with the aid of cameras. These visits were also useful for pup habituation. On one such visit, things started out fine as I located all pups at a new den close to the previous one. I proceeded to habituate them, kneeling down for a close up view of their behaviour and interactions. Forty-five minutes into habituation, the hair on the back of my neck suddenly started to rise… I instinctively turned around and locked eyes with a lone wildebeest bull.

Frightened, I jumped up and the pups scurried down the den. The bull stood still and started snorting at me. I knew that was a bad sign. What to do?! In a panic, I picked up my backpack and started walking slowly backwards in a feeble attempt to escape. It snorted all the louder, shaking its head in the process. I mouthed a couple of expletives. The lack of tall trees within immediate vicinity didn’t help, nor did my bright orange T-shirt. Could this bright shirt be as provocative as those red flags used by Spanish matadors in bullfights?!! And then… of all the songs that could soothe me in this dire moment, Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” came to mind. Great! So “No one’s gonna save me from the beast about to strike, ‘cause this is …THRILLER!”  MJ lost a fan in that dark moment. Finally, the bull started to stir and turn away from me. Maybe I didn’t look appetizing enough?

Just then I heard a rustling noise behind me. Imagining the worst, I spun around, only to find Bertha’s new beau at the top of a dune watching me, ears propped up like two mini fans. He appeared a bit more wary of me than the gigantic beast wandering slowly away. Bertha was making her way up the top too. I breathed a deep sigh of relief at my lucky escape. Many researchers have not been that fortunate, and the dangers of field work are not limited to the natural sciences. Mind you, it’s not only large mammals one has to watch out for, venomous creepy crawlies thrive here too, such as black widow spiders that hide beneath toilet seats, scorpions with shoe-addiction and snakes that slither into shower blocks at night.

A puff-adder at our shower block
A puff-adder at our shower block

You bet I never go out without my walkie talkie for emergency calls and bandages for first-aid, especially after I nearly stepped on an adder…