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malika: Many stories have been told about my homeland
of the untamed wilderness and the amazing wildlife found
within it.
[gentle music]
[chirping]
but one legend is greater than any other.
We are the dominant predator here.
Our power shapes the lives of all
the other animals around us.
But this is not the story you've heard before, the tale
of a cub born to be king.
When people say we're the king of the beasts,
they don't know the reality of a lion's life.
The real ruler is the lioness.
Not only do we take care of the parenting.
We also do most of the hunting.
[dramatic music]
we are the heart of lion society.
The future of the pride depends on our strength and tenderness.
But success is no birthright.
It has to be earned.
The journey from cub to mother is long.
It's a journey of bitter struggle
and unbreakable bonds, a journey that very few ever complete.
My name is malika.
And this is my story.
[inspirational music]
[gentle music, birds chirping]
in the world today, no more than 30,000 of us lions survive.
Nowhere are we more abundant than here, my home,
the kruger of south africa.
This is my pride.
And this is me in my prime.
[low growl]
our family growing strong, our bellies full--
good times.
Just focusing on what we do best--
relaxing in the shade, being lions.
[fly buzzes]
we spend 2/3 of our day asleep, even longer if we can.
But out here, the peace never lasts long.
A lion's life is so savage.
Sooner or later, your time comes.
[dramatic music]
[moans]
[thuds]
[gentle music]
so now, here I am, broken, wounded, alone,
staring death in the face, looking back on life,
searching for the strength to carry on.
[heavy breathing]
this might be where my life story ends.
But let me tell you how it began--
in a happier place.
The first six weeks, it was just the three of us--
my mom, my brother, and me.
I was born lucky to a confident mother.
All my food and water came entirely from her milk.
[yelps]
my brother and I never went hungry, never had any worries,
just all the love and attention two little lions
could possibly need [purring] as we grew up together.
Even at this early age, I was learning lion.
[squealing, slurping]
my mom would keep me clean, massage
my belly to help my digestion.
And whatever she did, I practiced
on my brother, simple acts passed
down through generations.
Safe in my tiny world.
Little did I know, family life was about to get complicated.
At a month and a half old, I just
couldn't wait to meet my pride.
We are the only cats that live in extended families.
So many aunts and cousins.
I was in good company.
[yelping, purring]
we were six cubs in total, all similar in age, all sharing
adventures.
That's how my mother and her sisters grew up,
too, bonded from birth, [snarling] bonded by blood.
There are no alpha females in a pride.
Lionesses share parenting duties and even
nurse each other's cubs.
[flies buzzing]
one big family.
I was close to my aunts, and they treated me like their own.
This sisterhood has secured our pride lands for centuries.
My calling was to keep it that way for future generations.
But before a lioness can defend her territory,
she has to discover it.
And I didn't need any encouragement.
My fortune would depend on an intimate knowledge
of my home range--
how to hunt in the thick woodlands, when it's
safe to cross the open grasslands,
and where to find water in the riverbeds that feed the land.
But most of all, I had to get to know the other animals.
[inspirational music]
[snarling]
[elephant moans]
naturally, a lion has many enemies--
the creatures we prey upon and the other carnivores we
compete with.
We may be at the top of the food chain, but I was just a cub.
[howling]
there's quite a few who could have killed me.
[gloomy music]
hyenas are our most bitter rivals.
[yelps] suddenly, I wasn't feeling so brave.
[yelps] on my own, I didn't stand a chance.
[ominous music]
without a pride for protection, a lone lion is
vulnerable, especially a cub.
[lion growls] that's where my father came in.
His duty was patrolling the perimeter, defending
our pride from other animals.
[birds chirp]
and so I scampered home unscathed.
My father's greatest challenge was fighting off other lions.
Though he had my uncle for backup,
they were both growing old.
The threat of invasion was coming closer.
And when outside males take over a pride,
they will kill any cubs that are not their own.
[lighthearted music]
but a little lioness can't afford to live in fear
or to lie around.
I needed to focus on growing fast and learning quick.
My mother was the ultimate trainer.
She knew life would be full of fight.
It was disguised as fun, but that's
how she sharpened my skills.
My mother and her sisters still play to keep on their game.
[low growling] until I was as fierce as them, I
picked on someone my own size--
[snarls] my sparring partners.
Of the six of us, I was definitely the toughest.
But I still wasn't killing it, so to speak.
Becoming a great hunter needs to be
approached one step at a time.
My first taste of meat--
just like life, I was ready to bite in.
If I wanted to grow strong, I had to fill up.
But pretty soon, that wouldn't be so easy.
[gloomy music]
by September, the dry season took hold.
Three months since the last rains.
The land became parched.
Life got tough for everyone.
And tempers begin to fray.
[elephant roars]
[growling]
the only water was miles away.
Animals left our territory by the herd.
And when prey moves, predators must follow.
My mother and aunts were forced to spend more time out hunting,
more time away from us.
Even my father had to abandon his line of defense
to help the hunt.
Too young to join them, all us cubs could do was sit tight
and hope they returned successful.
[gentle music]
the urge to explore got the better of me.
[ominous music]
they say curiosity killed the cat.
But this time, it's saved my life.
[cub yelps]
[snarls, whimpers]
couldn't see what was happening, couldn't do anything to help,
but that day shaped the rest of my life.
[lion growls]
[somber music]
[hyenas yelp]
by the time my mother and father returned, it was too late.
Only my brother was still alive, but not for long.
There was nothing my mom could do either.
No point in chasing.
The damage was done.
Our already struggling pride was completely broken.
A whole generation wiped out in a single day, except for me.
Hyenas may be our mortal enemies.
But for one animal to thrive, others must die.
It's not good or bad.
It's just survival.
So I had no one to grow up with, no one
to share my journey, the entire pride's future resting on me.
[lions moaning, birds chirping]
losing my brother and cousins was devastating to our pride.
Though we deal in death every day,
we're not mindless killers.
We're intelligent, sensitive, and just like you, we grieve.
As a young cub, I didn't really understand.
Maybe I thought I could make things
better, cheer everyone up.
But it turns out grief takes its time.
A month later.
My pride still calling out.
My aunts had lost their cubs.
And my father needed reassurance.
He knew his legacy was in danger and that he was becoming
too frail to defend our pride.
[moaning]
so it was up to us lionesses to be stronger than ever
and carry the family through these brutal times.
Male lions come and go.
They're transitory in our lives.
But the sisterhood is eternal.
[uplifting music]
our pride has held this same territory for centuries.
And our legacy is handed down from mother to daughter.
Now it was my turn to embrace my power and to lead as a lioness.
I had the youth and vitality to give
my family hope for the future.
[grunting]
[growls]
it was hard not having any cubs around for company.
But now I was an only child with the attention
of the whole pride, giving me the best possible chance.
[lighthearted music]
if I was to live up to my potential,
I had to pick myself up and make the most of each day,
push the boundaries, be fearless, and play hard.
With no other cubs around, the adults had to be my playmates,
as well as my providers.
And when it came to food, I always
tried to take the lion's share.
I had quite the appetite.
Every day was a chance to discover my strengths.
And I was becoming malika--
adventurous, kind, and a habit for hanging around in trees.
As my confidence grew, the spirit of the pride
was restored.
We were united again, stepping down the road ahead.
And I was said to be right at the center of the team.
Or so I thought.
My father had been defending our pride for over five years.
Each day we grew stronger, he grew weaker.
The threat of a takeover was inching ever closer.
[gloomy music]
and when new males appear, any cubs from the old bloodline
become a target.
[grunting]
five months old and I was one fierce feline.
[playful music]
at least that's how I felt inside.
Ok, so maybe it wasn't me who hunted that giraffe.
You need experience to make a big kill.
Far too much to finish.
It was the perfect chance to play with my food.
Let my killer instincts emerge, slowly.
Luckily, my mother was patient.
The more space she gave me, the sooner
I would become a real predator.
But until that day, I was still prey.
My mom was scared for my safety.
[ominous music]
[snarls]
hyenas weren't her greatest fear.
For the past few weeks, a young male had been venturing deep
into our territory.
She was clearly worried but tried not to let it show.
[growls]
[gentle music]
and as long as we were together, I felt safe.
My mother's touch let me know I was
doing ok and ready for the next big lesson
in becoming a hunter.
[chirping]
it's only when the sun sets that a lion's day really begins.
The air is cool.
The light is low.
We gain an edge over our prey.
Few ever glimpse our secret shadowy world.
But our night vision is six times better than your own.
[howling]
seven out of 10 kills are made under the cover of darkness.
My first time on a hunt and I was ready.
[growls]
but, for some reason, my mom decided
first I should just watch.
[grunts]
used cover to get close.
[energetic music]
but the big lesson--
hunting is hard.
90% of attempts fail.
And that's without a cub tagging along.
[grass rustling]
[yelping]
it was going to be a long night.
Then the pride joined us, and the mood changed.
If we didn't make a kill every couple of days,
we began to starve.
I had taken food for granted, never realized how hard it
was to catch a herd of impala.
I found cover and watched as the pride took positions,
saw how the lionesses coordinated
a hunt, how they worked together to set a trap.
Absorbed in the action, I lost sight of my mom.
[gloomy music]
then something spooked the impala.
[growling] the ambush had failed again.
Or had it?
My mother came out of nowhere.
[dramatic music]
[hooves thudding]
[impala groans]
but just because you make the kill doesn't mean
you get to eat first.
[growling]
my father and uncle.
It's pretty typical for males to muscle
in on a female's hard work.
But that night, they seemed extra aggressive.
[snarls] it was a sign.
They were weak and hungry, desperate to keep up strength.
But I had to look out for myself.
I knew any hostility towards me was just a front.
[gentle music]
I was my father's last cub, the only chance
to keep his bloodline alive.
And once he was gone, it would be me alone,
fighting for every single scrap.
The dry season passed.
The rains arrived.
The land flushed so green, I barely recognize my own home.
[lighthearted music, chirping]
and with the transformation came relief, even for my father.
Though old, his love for me never wavered.
And the force of our pride was unstoppable.
It was time for the family to relax.
But for me, it was time for adventure.
[elephant groans]
[trumpets]
when the dry season came around again, a whole year had passed.
And I was almost fully grown, but just a kid at heart,
still liked hanging out in trees,
still just wanted to have fun.
And luckily, my mother was still game.
[playful music]
the older I got, the harder she could play.
When I tired her out, I moved on to my aunts, who
had a few rounds left in them.
Not everyone was in the mood for play.
My uncle died a few months before, leaving my father
to deal with the increasing pressure
from invading males on his own.
Nothing I could do to help--
just save my own energy for when the battle came to me.
Ultimately, all us animals out here
are fighting for the same thing--
to protect our little patch for the next generation to grow.
[squawking]
problem is, there is always someone bigger who comes along
and tramples on your plans.
Often, the only solution is to tackle the threat head on.
When your family is on the line, you do whatever you can.
[lion snarls]
[ominous music]
but sometimes the stakes are just too high.
[growls] the outside male was back,
stronger, closer, and this time with his brother for backup.
I was frozen, paralyzed in fear.
My mother did her best to distract, leading them
on to lead them away from me.
But they would not relent.
Too young to bear cubs, I was of no value,
just a remnant of my father's bloodline they wanted gone.
[snarls]
as soon as they chased me away, one of the brothers
dealt with my father.
The other set his sights on my mother.
She would have to adapt to the new order.
[somber music]
but my father's fate was sealed.
[growling]
[whimpers]
after a life of fighting, he was done.
That was the last time I saw him.
There was no return.
The moment the brothers took over
was the moment my childhood ended, banished from my pride
with no idea how I would ever return.
[somber music]
exiled and exposed, without my pride, my chances were slim.
Our social nature means we starve for contact.
No more bodies for comfort.
No one to share food.
Wandering the wilderness, I avoided the brothers
by sticking to the no man's land between territories,
only to find hostility from other prides.
Nowhere was safe.
Hunger was setting in.
I had seen how hard it was for a lion to hunt alone.
And I had never even made a kill before.
No help to set an ambush.
No help to run down prey.
Everything was a long shot.
In desperation, I made a serious mistake.
[panting]
[ominous music]
when the rhino didn't run, it felt
like a chance, a deadly one.
But what choice did I have?
I was lucky to escape with my life.
But if I didn't find food soon, I would die.
I had to learn to think like a scavenger
and follow the telltale signs of carcasses.
It was time to put self-respect aside and fight for scraps.
[gloomy music]
but even they were not easily won.
The same clan of hyenas that killed my brother,
their pack could easily overpower a single lion.
I had to pick my moment carefully, wait
until my enemies had taken their fill, then, finally,
take mine--
the last in line at a beggar's banquet.
Without my pride, I was nothing.
And all the time, they were so close but so far.
Whenever I encountered the brothers, I acted submissive.
But they made it clear I was an outsider in my own land.
Someday, somehow, I had to find a way back.
My survival depended on it.
[somber music, chirping]
the months spent in isolation were
the hardest time in my life, watching
my own family from the outside.
But there were glimmers of hope that things could change.
[uplifting music]
one day, my mother found the courage
to come over and greet me, the first affection
I have felt in months.
But the brothers were always watching.
If I wanted to be accepted, I had to bide my time
and find a way to earn my place back within the pride.
At night, the brothers would go out on patrol.
Once they were far enough away, I snuck
back to my mother and aunts.
It was the middle of the dry season.
They needed to make a kill too.
And I finally had the experience to help.
After my close call with the rhino,
I knew a badly planned attack on such a large animal
wasn't worth it.
[growling, moaning] so I hung back,
waited for a better chance.
When they failed, I had another plan.
It was time to put my climbing and scavenging skill to use.
Ok, so I wasn't as nimble as a leopard,
but good enough to intimidate it.
As I climbed higher, the leopard fled.
A little persistence and a head for heights and I
claim the leopard's kill.
But the brothers had returned.
[snarls]
I had to cut and run.
But as they fed off my success, it gave me hope.
Maybe this was how I could win my way back into the pride.
As the dry season turned into a drought, I reached maturity.
Sure enough, the brothers grew more tolerant.
Perhaps they saw my potential as a hunter or even as a mate.
Or maybe they just didn't have the energy to chase me away.
[gloomy music]
it was too hot to do anything, and famine
was threatening our pride.
Before things got worse, it was time for me
to become malika, the hunter.
Even an old, lone buffalo can be very dangerous.
I began to stalk it.
Then a strange thing happened.
For once, I wasn't alone.
Not only was I hunting with my pride, I was the leader.
And I'd made enough mistakes to not mess this one up.
When it came to the takedown, it was my time to pounce.
[uplifting music, moaning]
quick, efficient, the sisterhood working
together with me at the center.
More than enough to go around, and we needed it.
The brothers ate too.
And this time, they had to accept I was back,
back at the heart of our pride.
[birds calling]
with all those lionesses working together,
we got through the worst drought I can remember.
Even so, none of us had the strength to raise cubs.
[thunder rumbles]
then, finally, the rains broke.
[uplifting music]
[rain pattering]
it barely stopped for weeks.
But no one was complaining.
The land was rejuvenated.
It seemed more vibrant than ever, teeming with life
and full of opportunities that we were ready to seize.
But just when food and water were no longer a problem,
new challenges emerged.
After the rains, all attention turns to breeding.
Males desperately try to win a mate.
It's the same old story throughout the animal kingdom.
They fight it out amongst themselves.
The females watch on, waiting to see who comes out on top.
The battles can get so intense, sometimes
it's best to leave them to it.
Unfortunately, we didn't have that option with the brothers.
[snarls] we tried to appease and integrate them into the pride,
but there was an underlying tension
that we had to tiptoe around.
The slightest wrong move and all their frustrations boiled over.
Though they were still young, the constant aggression
in their lives was taking its toll--
days spent recovering from nights spent
fighting with other males.
[flies buzzing] to add insult to injury, the king of the beasts
were being tormented by the smallest of foes.
We were used to them.
We just shook it off.
I guess the brothers weren't so tough as they made out.
Honestly, they weren't much use at all.
But with no cubs to protect, we were
doing just fine without them.
I was gaining a reputation as one of the best hunters,
and it was going to my head.
After so much rejection, the feeling of approval
was addictive.
They say pride comes before a fall.
But at the time, I couldn't see it happening.
[heart beat thumping]
we set off stalking together.
But I wanted this one for myself.
A zebra is a real prize.
It takes everything to win it--
strength, speed, and, most of all, timing.
Got to get close.
Pick your moment.
Then commit 100%.
[ominous music]
[yelping]
[dramatic music]
[snarling, squealing]
another welcome meal, interrupted
by the usual unwelcome guests.
[snarls]
I wasn't putting up with it anymore.
I'd had enough of those who just take.
We all had.
[bird chirping]
still getting it from all angles,
the brothers were so battle weary, something had to give.
A lone but imposing male.
[snarls]
it should have been easy--
two against one.
But the new male was so intimidating,
only one of the brothers was prepared to fight.
He soon regretted that decision.
[dramatic music, snarling]
the brothers fled, tails between their legs, never to return.
[gentle music]
whatever this new male was like, he had to be an improvement.
Right now, we didn't really need his protection.
We had that covered.
Still, even the most independent lioness needs
a male for certain things.
Finally, my chance to become a mother had arrived.
But fate had something else in mind.
[lighthearted music]
for a few months after the rains, my home felt like eden.
The long drought was long forgotten.
And the brothers were nowhere to be seen.
The new male was already displaying
typical male lion traits.
But, like my father, he was gentle and warm.
And over time, I grew to like him.
He followed me like a shadow, part
wooing me, part guarding me.
And in the end, I let him get close.
It was the perfect time to start a new generation.
And that was where I left him.
My place was back in the pride where I would find the security
and tenderness I needed.
Best of all, my mother was there to help as my own cubs
began growing inside.
Their father stuck around too.
And his presence brought stability to our pride.
I couldn't rely on him to stay forever,
but I knew I had chosen well.
His strong nature would give my cubs the best
roots from which to grow.
In the meantime, it was up to us lionesses to take
care of business.
So when we set out on the prowl, it was business as usual.
Though I'd seen a lot of lions get hurt taking on buffalo,
by then, I was hunting for glory.
If a cat has nine lives, I still had a few left.
[gloomy music]
but I made a big mistake--
forgot how much I needed my pride.
Thought I could handle this alone.
I lost sight of the others, let my ego drive,
didn't think about my babies inside me.
[snorts]
if you deal in death every day, eventually it
comes back to bite you.
Catching up to a buffalo was the easy part.
Finishing the job, that's a different story.
We get killed more often hunting buffalo than any other prey.
Taking on a 1,000-pound beast on my own
was a very dangerous move.
Suddenly, I was a victim.
[dramatic music]
[snarling]
[thuds]
[hooves thudding]
[somber music]
broken, wounded, alone.
For more than a day, I barely moved.
As the scavengers began to circle,
I tried to hide my weakness.
I might last a week without food,
but only another day without water.
[hyena chattering]
[snarls]
[squawks]
[whimpers]
though the pain was excruciating,
my thirst was unbearable.
After that, there was no plan.
I could see no way out.
It was just a matter of time.
Days blurred into each other.
I barely remember them passing.
[fly buzzing]
as I grew thinner, scavengers drew
closer, just waiting until I couldn't fight back at all.
[heavy breathing]
[hyena laughing]
[fly buzzing]
very soon, I would be dead.
[groaning]
but something deep within me wouldn't let go.
Hope was growing inside.
[uplifting music]
a hope for the future of my whole pride.
[groaning]
I heard a call, and I knew this wasn't how
my story was supposed to end.
As long as there was life left in my body,
I would either find my way home or die trying.
[gentle music]
I was too frail to remember the journey.
But with my last breath, I made it back to my mother,
back to safety.
I was home.
Though very weak, the pride gave me a place to heal
and kept hope alive.
It took time to recover, but slowly strength returned.
Three months after nearly dying, a whole new lease of life.
I kept them hidden for the first few weeks
at the same riverbed where I was born.
Then it was time to let them run free.
My very own cubs, just a month old.
And just like me, eager to explore.
[lighthearted music]
I found an even deeper love than I had for my pride,
a love only a mother knows.
Sure, it was exhausting at times, and I lost my patience.
[low growling]
but it never lasted long, not with cubs that cute.
I just remembered what my mother did
and let instincts guide, tried to provide everything
they needed--
plenty of milk, a guiding hand, and someone
who will always be there.
Life had a new purpose, and so did my pride.
We were growing stronger by the day.
My cubs became more independent, and new ones arrived.
The male stayed true, guarding over our pride,
while we lionesses shared parenting duties
and looked after all the young in one big family,
just like it was with my brother and cousins.
With so much care and support, I was
safe to do what I did best--
provide for the pride.
[energetic music]
[rain pattering]
[snarls]
come rain or shine, us multitasking
moms were making a killing.
[snarling]
[yelping]
putting food on the table and showing old enemies
who's boss, both night and day.
[yelps]
it's a good thing there are plenty
of new malikas in training.
[music - lauren daigle, "you say"]
my pride has never been stronger,
its future never brighter--
(singing) you say I am loved when I can't--
--with us lionesses at the very heart.
(singing) you say I am strong.
You see, there's no room for alphas here.
(singing) you say I am held.
The truth is, we are all queens, all serving each other--
(singing) oh, you say--
--all standing as one.
(singing) and I believe.
As for me, well, I may be young by your standards.
But for a lioness, I've lived a full life.
(singing) I believe.
Oh, I believe.
Out here, every day is a battle.
And that's not changing any time soon.
(singing) I believe.
But lionesses are fierce.
And you can bet we'll keep fighting till the end.
[uplifting music]