Sharon in 2012
Sharon Pincott is an Australian with a passion for Africa's wildlife. A gifted writer, photographer and dedicated wildlife conservationist, she abandoned her high-flying life in 2001 and moved to Zimbabwe, to live and work among elephants, on land bordering the Main Camp section of Hwange National Park. She is still living there today - based in the grounds of Miombo Safari Camp - striving to protect and promote the unique Presidential Elephants of Zimbabwe.
. Durban International Film Festival – 2012
. Jozi Film Festival – 2013
. Japan Wildlife Film Festival – 2013
. South African Film & Television Awards 2013 – Best Director of a Wildlife Program
. South African Film & Television Awards 2013 – Best Editor of a Wildlife Program
. South African Film & Television Awards 2013 – Best Cinematographer of a Wildlife Program
. South African Film & Television Awards 2103 – Best TV Wildlife Program
It is said to be one of the most remarkable relationships between humans and wild elephants ever documented.
Screen Africa describes it as "unforgettable" and "touching and profound". Television rights are being sold by its owner, Natural History Unit Africa (based in Cape Town), and their world-wide distributor, Powercorp International Ltd (based in the UK).
ALL THE PRESIDENT'S ELEPHANTS IS NOW AVAILABLE ON DVD FROM WWW.KALAHARI.COM
Select the ‘Presidential Elephants’ tab at the top of this page to read about the encouraging Reaffirmation of the Presidential Decree, signed by President Robert Mugabe, which also features in this highly acclaimed film. You can also click on this link -
* Out of print
Donations and/or sponsorships to support Sharon's ongoing voluntary work to help protect these elephants are always welcome. (Select the 'Presidential Elephants’ tab at the top of this page to read more about her valuable work). Basic fuel support, to enable ongoing daily patrols and monitoring, is highly valued. Please email Sharon using the 'Contact' tab above.
Getaway's Elephant Ambassador
In November 2009, Sharon was appointed Getaway magazine's 'Elephant Ambassador in Africa'. She wrote for Getaway about these elephants, the environment and the surrounds every month.
Sharon then blogged for Getaway magazine:
Visit to read news about her elephant friends and adventures. Go ahead ... live vicariously through her accounts!
Extracts from the Highly Acclaimed -
Battle for the President's Elephants
Released April 2012
Reprinted February 2013
Page 31 – Lady and family
… ‘Lady!’ I squeal. ‘You crazy monster! Do you actually want to drive my vehicle today?’ Her dexterous trunk slithers inside the window of my 4x4 and grabs a hold of the steering wheel. The gaping tip of her trunk worms towards my mouth, exposing two enormous moist nostrils. I’m reminded of a big spongy sea urchin as she exhales a stream of warm air, usually flecked with mud particles, onto my face. She takes my own fingers in the fingers of her trunk and gives me an elephant handshake. Her pull is powerful and I struggle for a moment to release her grip. She concertinas her trunk, like an accordion being played vertically, so that when I rub it, it feels rough and deeply grooved. The flapping of her huge ears is so near that I’m fanned by a cool breeze.
It’s mind-boggling that this is a wild, free-roaming elephant. When I arrived on the Hwange Estate in 2001 she was just another elephant. Once she’d revealed her true self to me, she deserved to be more than this. She deserved to be known…
Page 61 – ‘Wanted’ (dead or alive?)
… I knew that something unbelievably preposterous would eventually happen, since the year to date had been relatively uneventful. Despite the beauty and the fun times, absurd events had, in actual fact, been the yearly norm for me since my 2001 arrival in the Hwange bush. This particular incident happened in 2008, and by then I was becoming quite accustomed to the ridiculous.
There’s an expression, from bygone days, that has repeatedly rolled around in my mind since my arrival in Africa: ‘Beyond this place there be dragons’. It’s what the early map-makers declared when they believed that they’d arrived at the edge of the world, and it seems to sum up my life in the Hwange bush where something unsavoury always appears to be lurking just around the corner, ready to pounce.
This particular year spewed forth a grand measure of the outrageous. In April I found myself on the wanted-persons list of the Zimbabwe Republic Police. I remember feeling rather like Ned Kelly. I had visions of my mugshot being hastily printed on a sheet of paper, along with a reward for my capture…
Page 69 – Misty and Masakhe
… Everything in Zimbabwe was broken. Nobody even had a tissue to spare.
Shaynie turned to the poetic iSiNdebele language for a name for Misty’s baby, one that had real meaning in the current day. People were sharing the little bit they had. Two teaspoons of sugar in the coffee of a visitor, not knowing when or if it could be replaced, was a sacrifice no one resented. All hope was not gone and people were rebuilding. Many had no choice but to try.
Shaynie chose the name Masakhe, which means ‘to build’ or ‘to rebuild that which has been broken’. She knew that for me, and for the Presidential Elephants, it was also a fitting name. So many things had been broken for us too, and it was time to try to rebuild.
The next time I came across Misty I leaned out of my 4x4 window and, gently placing my hand on the head of her baby, I christened him Masakhe.
An Extract from the Highly Acclaimed
The Elephants and I
(Part 1: ‘Before the Elephants’)
p2 … Australia, New Zealand and Zimbabwe have all, at different times in my life, been ‘home’ to me. They are so diverse, but all are loved, filled with memories of great joy, sadness, and inspiration too. Australia is where I was born, and where I spent the first 30 years of my life.
I come originally from Grantham, a tiny country town in the Lockyer Valley in sunny south-east Queensland – the largest of Australia’s eastern states. I lived there as a child on my parents’ vegetable farm in a wooden house perched on wooden stilts, prudently designed to catch the breeze. The sprawling fields outside sometimes lay freshly ploughed, although they more frequently boasted a cover of bright green leaves as far as my young eyes could see.
I grew up with three sisters. First-born was Genevieve. Just one year later came Deborah, followed by me and then Catherine. When we were old enough, we woke at dawn and crawled out of bed to earn pocket money washing cucumbers, or rubbing the husks off dried pumpkin seeds. More often though, we crawled out of bed to catch cabbages, which were cut and then thrown to us by our father. These were packed into big square wooden crates and transported to markets in Brisbane, the thriving capital of Queensland.
From a tender age I was at ease with the outdoors and with animals, finding even themost peculiar creatures endearing ...
p7 ... My friends thought I had it all. Yet a fire burned in my belly for Africa, and no matter how often I visited, I lived with a fierce longing to return. I was always planning my next trip, and living on memories of my last – elephant giants, majestic and free, wandering with great dignity across the open plains, rumbling their contact calls; the exquisite reflections of elegant giraffes enjoying their evening drink; the deep throaty call of a black-maned lion, part of the splendid dusk symphony.
The African bush was where I felt whole.
As Africa beckoned – my enthusiasm for my career already gone – my liking for the lifestyle I still led quickly began to fade too. Frequent shopping sprees provided only fleeting pleasure, temporarily masking the unsettled feeling I had. Too much that cannot be bought was still missing from my life. I began to feel like a stranger in my own home. I heard the call of Africa ....
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(Sharon's royalties from the sale of these books help to fund her ongoing voluntary work with The Presidential Elephants of Zimbabwe)