I am a child of the veld
I’ve known frequent droughts and the rare floods of the Kalahari
My enemies surround me on all sides
And vultures circle overhead.
But I prefer Life – my Life
To the strange ways of man
And their obsession with politics
Which, I’m afraid, will destroy all of them
And us.
...less travelled, please! Remote. Isolated. Away… And oh! What beauty and serenity awaits once the sham of civilisation is left behind.
Once the call of The Great Silence manages to entice you away from your desk, your computer and your mortgage bills, there is a road that’ll take you to Tranquility. But you must first escape.
At times, one may be excused for feeling a bit lost – after all, entering unknown regions may prove daunting…but keep on following the tracks. 
Don’t hesitate. Not even when it seems as if the road leads to Nowhere. Keep the faith.
Gear down. Deflate the tyres if you have to. But keep going.
.And then, suddenly, a new world unfolds. It’s simple. Unpretentious. You set up camp in a completely new mindset. And, for the first time, you notice the green world you’ve been ignoring for far too long…
It’s rare to find graphic contributions that fit two different photo challenges. But a recent encounter proved that it is possible.
This is about a friendly and safe environment, a great couple of adults, and survival despite the atrocious threat of poaching.
The place? No, that’d be telling and inviting heartless men with big guns and greedy purses. But we had heard about ‘some’ elephants in the vicinity, so we decided to have a look.
At first we only found some rather old bits of dung, where some mushrooms grew happily. At least (we thought) it was a good sign.
Then, suddenly, the old cow showed herself. The juicy new twigs were just too good to ignore.
Coming uncomfortably close, she shielded a younger cow from us and stared at us for what seemed to be a very long time before apparently making up her mind..
She made her way to the rest of the herd once she’d decided we didn’t pose a threat to their safety. The old bull, however, disagreed
She obeyed his orders. Gathering the little ones she disappeared into the bush. Silently. Majestically.
At home in her natural environment, despite the hardships brought on by drought and hunters, this mother took a chance to show off her family. She defied the odds to do this, but also remained loyal to the old bull’s wishes. What a match!
In the quest for Olympic gold, Africa must be a favourite for the Breaking of Day competition….
Her sunrises can be fast or slow, gradual or intense – but always a small miracle of nature.
Animals know that dawn will conquer night’s darkness, announcing the new day.
On the banks of rivers, birds will sing their praises, celebrating, calling, chirping in the misty light filtering through the haze.
And man will, like he must, rekindle last night’s embers to brew a mug of coffee.
Others aren’t so spoilt – a long, cool, drink will slake that night-thirst just as well.
Jep…Africa should be assured of a podium finish – even the King thinks so.
He’s been walking for a day-and-a-half; if he doesn’t find water, the desert would have won. But…he knows the area and he knows the tradition of his people. If only he could see their marker, he’d be alright.
Ah…there it is!
To a stranger, it’s just a heap of twigs. Nothing to stand out in the barren wilderness. He knows better…
First, he’ll thank the unknown man who did this. Then, carefully and with the necessary respect, he’ll remove the camouflage.
Uncovering the hidden treasure needs time and patience. Breaking the egg would be disastrous.
Is it dry? Has the water evaporated? Noo…there it is – the cherry on top! Cool, clear, water.
Now he has to do the right thing: find the man who hid the water, thank him…and then fill up the ostrich egg again.
The Challenge: Share a half-light photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story.
Okay: here’s the Rolbos entry, titled: Zuma Sunset.
It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by. M Faithful
“Every event in Nature has a unique harmony and rhythm.” ― Joseph Rain.
Harmony fills the residual vacuum after emotion is removed from a situation – if we’re lucky. When only the facts of a matter is considered, one is left with one of two possible outcomes. Anger and acceptance cannot coexist in the same space, after all.
Harmony – the holy grail so lacking in society – has proven to be an extremely illusive goal. In my search for harmony, I have found some striking pointers in nature to chart the way into the unknown.
It seems as if the younger members of most species are quite prepared to be unafraid and to share whatever they have. We, on the other hand, thrive on fear (why else do we listen to the politicians?) and tend to hoard. Innocence lost, indeed…
Tenacity…we’ve lost the will to persist. If at first we don’t succeed, we give up. Harmony so often requires a sustained effort – and then rewards us with grace.
Harmony is a reflection of the state of mind. It is the product of the past. In the tranquility of acceptance, we can reach for the sky.
Harmony is the balance between sun and shade. Once we allow the sun to shine on others, we are often surprised at the response. Individuals who are also striving towards joy and beauty will respond in kind – even though they are rare. But…we’ll never know who they are until we reach out, will we?
Harmony has always been there, waiting patiently. It is there, even now. The turmoil burdening the journey to contentment, frequently only exists in the eye of the beholder. A favourite quote attributed to Paulo Coelho: ‘Everything will be okay in the end. And if it isn’t okay, it’s not the end…yet.‘
Sadly, harmony sometimes only reveals itself in the later stages of life. When the day is done, the sword safely back in the scabbard and tranquility finally is allowed to surface – that’s when, at last, we discover the liberating joy of dancing to the rhythm of Life.
I believe that moods, though universal, are more pronounced in Africa. Here you won’t find the stiff upper lip or diplomatic smile. Pretence, the way so many individuals ply the art of make-believe to present themselves to others, has no place on a continent that forces you to be honest. This is evident not only in the turmoil we live with every day, but also in the people living here as well as Nature.
Literature is a treasure of wisdom. It says so much of our continent and…our times.
“When we want mood experiences, we go to concerts or museums. When we want meaningful emotional experience, we go to the storyteller.” ― Robert McKee, Story: Style, Structure, Substance, and the Principles of Screenwriting
“Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.” ― Kurt Cobain
“I suppose one must be serious sometimes.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“A performance must capture or communicate with the mood and feelings of that very moment.” ― Unarine Ramaru
“The first few moments of the day are some of the most important as they can determine the mood for the rest of the day.” ― Daniel Willey
Modern, ancient, animal, man and nature: state of mind always directs us toward an uncertain future. But, as Voltaire summed it up so nicely: “When life is a shipwreck, we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats….”
Life starts off with promises and dreams, unlimited horizons and infinite potential.
This, however, is an illusion. Life is a vast and lonely place – a series of individual challenges that’ll test even the most courageous to the utmost limits.
At last, having survived the seasons of drought and plenty, the realisation dawns: Hope, Love and Faith are choices and not guaranteed in any way. Life is, in fact, what actually happened while we were making other plans.
And then we take note of failures and mishaps and unfortunate events – all of these steering us to abandon wild dreams and false promises.
Somewhere between the illusive mansion of expectation and the ruins of reality, contentment awaits. Satisfied with so much less but with the firm belief that the best is yet to come, we soldier on bravely.
Until, with the comfort of a faithful companion, we look back at the seasons of our lives – remembering the successes and failures. It’s been quite a journey but worth every drop of sweat, every tear, along the way. This is the season too – because we finally understand – we are able to embrace the unlimited horizons and infinite potential that were promised in the beginning.
Colour is an emotional issue in South Africa. It gets in the way of both national politics as well as individual common sense. It’s almost as if people have forgotten to celebrate diversity and the wonder of individuality. To form a Rainbow Nation – so it is thought – people have to coalesce to embrace a concept that requires the amalgamation of the masses into a single culture.
In the Bo-Kaap (Upper Cape Town), this is not the case. Culture, tradition, religion and individuality are joyously exhibited – and lived – for all to see. The community welcomes inquisitive tourists into their homes. They know their neighbours and their families. They spend endless hours in the streets, swapping stories and discussing family matters. It is surely the most colourful place in South Africa.
Take a walk down the cobbled street with me. These stones used to be ballast in the old sailing ships visiting the Cape.
The drab suburb suddenly erupts in a kaleidoscope of colours, overwhelming the senses.
Here street art does not follow the trend to deface buildings with amateurish graffiti.
How to camouflage your dustbin? Easy! Add colour and suddenly nobody sees the garbage bin anymore!
The mosque towers over it all. The community (mostly) follows the Muslim faith, but you won’t find them excluding other religions. Live and let live – in kindness – is the philosophy of the people you meet here.
The Bo-Kaap is almost like an arched gateway to a new way of thinking about society. Colour? Yeah, man! It shouts optimism, whispers hope and asks so little. Just be…and let be.
And maybe, at the end of your walk through this historical area, you’ll see the smile we all hope to have – the smile that says: “I’m me. And you know what? That’s good enough.”
Ah, yes, colour! We don’t have to build a monument for it.
We already have one, right here in the Cape…
