Zimbabwe, 2007

    Zimbabwe · Africa30 August 2007

    Returning to Vic Falls was like coming home, finding my place of rest. My adrenaline-filled day of madness there – white-water rafting, bungi-jumping and microlighting – heightened my sense of being alive. The water safari at Chobe was full of delightful encounters – a pod of wallowing hippos and a family of mud-bathing elephants, crocs on the shore and fish eagles in the sky – all magical memories of Africa that leave imprints on my soul.

    I do not know which way my path will take, or even whether I am at a fork in the road. But at least I know – as I have always known – where I am most at home, most relaxed, most fulfilled: here, or perhaps almost anywhere, in Africa.

    Diary entry, 30 August 2007

    African Pace

    Far from the cities
    And far from the streets
    Far from the people
    Is where my heart beats
    It beats in slow time
    In the vast open space
    It beats out the rhyme
    Of an African pace

    With the sun baking down
    And the buzz of blue flies
    With chirping cicadas
    And gentle breeze sighs
    There’s no need to rush
    No deadlines to chase
    Just the slow steady pulse
    Of an African pace

    The cool of the morning
    The heat of high noon
    The balm of the sunset
    The silk of the moon
    The stars’ steady march
    The rivers’ etched face
    The life loving rhythm
    Of an African pace

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