Name: Ejike Christian Chigozie ​

Phone number: 08122615164 ​

Email: chigozieejike371@gmail.com

In the heart of Bauchi State, northern Nigeria, lies a stretch of savannah so wide and wild that even the wind whistles with pride. ​ This is Yankari Game Reserve—a sanctuary where wildlife roams freely and time moves to the rhythm of nature’s breath. ​ To many, it’s just a place on the map. ​ To me, it’s where my perspective on conservation was born—thanks to an unexpected encounter with a baby elephant named Lami. ​

Lami was unlike anything I had ever seen. ​ Her ears flopped with each clumsy step, and her eyes sparkled with an innocence that disarmed even the most stoic ranger. ​ She appeared on the second day of our environmental service trip—a quiet shadow among the bushes who wandered close, as if drawn to the sound of our laughter. ​ When she nudged my backpack with her trunk and tried to nibble on a paper wrapper, I froze in awe. ​ She wasn’t scared. ​ She was curious. ​ Bold. Alive.

“She lost her mother to poachers last year,” our guide Baba Musa said gently. ” ​Now, she follows the rangers. ​ We’re her new herd.” ​

I was stunned. ​ This gentle giant, still learning to walk without tripping over her feet, had already experienced loss at the hands of humans. ​ Her presence sparked something deeper than sympathy—it sparked responsibility. ​

Our group, a collective of university students from across Nigeria, had been selected by the African Green Front to participate in a two-week eco-volunteer program. ​ We were tasked with environmental cleanup, wildlife monitoring, and engaging with local communities on sustainable practices. ​ I had applied out of curiosity and a desire to see real elephants. ​ I didn’t expect to return home transformed. ​

Every morning, we rose with the sun. ​ The air smelled of dew and dry grass, and the sounds of birdsong and baboon chatter filled the camp. ​ Our days were spent hiking through bush trails, collecting plastic waste, mapping pollution hotspots, and documenting illegal grazing patterns. ​ The work was physically demanding, but emotionally even more challenging. ​

One of our biggest cleanup zones was the Gaji River, which flows through Yankari like an artery of life. ​ We found plastic bottles tangled in reeds, wrappers floating by, and even old shoes. ” ​These things don’t come from inside the reserve,” Baba Musa explained. ” ​They come from far away—from cities, towns, even roadside traders. ​ During the rains, everything washes down here.” ​

That was a wake-up call. ​ I had always thought pollution was someone else’s problem. ​ I hadn’t considered how my own discarded sachet water bag in Ibadan could one day end up choking a stream where elephants drink. ​

In those moments—sun blazing overhead, Lami snorting nearby, and my boots soaked with river mud—I began to see conservation not as a foreign campaign, but as a personal mission. ​

I started asking more questions. ​ Why were the elephant herds shrinking? ​ Why were lions almost gone from the reserve? ​ Why did the rangers lack boots and binoculars? ​ I learned that due to illegal hunting, Yankari’s lion population had dropped from over 200 to fewer than 10 in less than four decades (Okonkwo, 2021). ​ I learned that many surrounding communities lacked clean water, and some entered the reserve out of desperation to fish or hunt. ​ I learned that conservation failure wasn’t just an environmental issue—it was a human issue. ​

Yet, despite all these challenges, there was hope. ​

On our sixth day, we visited Duguri village to host a conservation awareness session. ​ We performed a short drama in Hausa about the effects of deforestation. ​ Then we held an open discussion. ​ What surprised me was not the children’s interest—but the parents who came forward. ​

A woman named Mama Khadija told us, “We never knew that animals like elephants help the land breathe. ​ We thought they were just wild and dangerous. ​ But now, we want them to stay alive.” ​

That evening, I couldn’t stop smiling. ​ I realized that awareness wasn’t a one-time campaign; it was a ripple. ​ When people see themselves in the story of nature, they begin to care. ​

Back in the reserve, our team planted native trees near animal crossing paths to help reconnect fragmented habitats. ​ We painted signs saying, “Na Gobe Zamu Kare”—”We protect today for tomorrow.” ​ Lami returned during our last morning at the camp. ​ She didn’t come too close this time, just stood from a distance, watching us pack. ​ I like to believe she understood. ​

When I returned to school in Ibadan, the lessons from Yankari refused to fade. ​ I launched a campus initiative called “Lami’s Legacy”—a storytelling and art campaign that uses wildlife encounters to promote climate action. ​ Our first exhibition featured handmade posters of endangered species, spoken word poetry performances, and a mural of Lami reaching her trunk skyward beneath a baobab tree. ​ We used recycled materials for all our installations. ​

The event drew over 300 visitors. ​ One student messaged me afterward saying, “I never cared about animals before. ​ But I felt something today. ​ I want to help.”

That message meant everything. ​

Since then, we’ve partnered with youth groups in Osogbo and Jos to organize mobile conservation art galleries. ​ We’ve spoken at schools, visited orphanages, and collaborated with a local tailoring apprentice to make elephant-themed eco-bags. ​ I discovered that activism doesn’t require big grants or loud voices. ​ It begins with a story—and the courage to share it. ​

To many, protecting wildlife may seem far removed from everyday life. ​ But to me, it’s inseparable. ​ The way we treat our environment reflects how we treat one another. ​ If we learn to protect the voiceless—like Lami—perhaps we’ll also learn to protect the vulnerable among ourselves. ​

Today, I still carry the memory of Yankari with me: the golden sun over the plains, the rhythmic drumming of baboons at dusk, and the quiet, observant eyes of a baby elephant who had every reason to mistrust humans—but chose instead to walk among us. ​

Some encounters change your mind. ​ Others change your mission. ​

Mine gave me both. ​

And sometimes, all it takes is a wrinkled trunk, a silent stare, and a moment beside a river to understand what it means to truly conserve. ​

African Green Front. ​ (2024). ​ Youth engagement in conservation: A continental report. ​ AfricanGreen.org. Okonkwo, A (2021). ​ Wildlife under siege: The plight of Nigeria’s endangered species. ​ Green Source Press.