While I now live in London, I grew up under an African sky! South Africa to be precise, in a province called KwaZulu-Natal - literally translated as Zulu Kingdom. (
KZN)
I love the African bush. Apart from my family, this is one of the things I miss the most...the wide open space, the smells, the sounds...
If I close my eyes and keep really still, I can almost feel it again...the wind blowing hot on my face. My feet, rusty with the dust of sun scorched clay.
All around me, the air is alive with the cacophony of Africa: the simultaneous trilling of birds, the strumming of crickets, the rustling of grasses dancing in the breeze and the tiny tick-ticking of insects that dart and flit against the hazy backdrop of a setting sun. A fish eagle cries her salutation into the wane of an African day. The sun slips slowly into the baked earth: blood red orange.
The twilight blue of night rises. Wet and cool, the grass melts under the soles of my feet. Above me, the dark indigo of night is whitewashed with stars. Then, just for a moment, the air is still. The night hangs quiet. Holding its breath, all of nature waits. An unseen conductor drops his wand: a hyena whoops and the night comes alive.
I've heard it said somewhere, you can take the girl out of Africa, but you can't take Africa out of the girl!
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