I have a giant giraffe. His name is Nzuri. In Swahili, this means “beautiful” or “good”. Nzuri has a lively personality. He’s independent, mischevious and open to trying new things.
Recently, Nzuri and I had to part because I’ve moving to Fiji and airline carriers won’t accept a 5ft Giraffe as hand luggage. Sign my Change.org petition to change this. Nzuri and I said goodbye and he is now living with his foster brother David Beagle. Hopefully Dave feels better about Nzuri than he used to.
As an ode to my giant giraffe, I have collected our precious moments together from his adoption, to his rebellious teens, to his hopeful dreams as an adult. Whip out your tissues, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Nzuri is researching how to find a girlfriend or boyfriend #loveislove
Nzuri wears Prada
“I’m in Giraffe-indor”
Nzuri has become quite skilled in art.
Learning about his ancestors.
Nzuri wears a helmet because safety first.
Celebrating Christmas in July.
Don’t let Mark babysit your children.
We’ll miss you Nzuri!