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I have a farm in Africa …

How I wish those words were true! I want to sit on the wide, cool porch of my farm house with a cup of steaming moerkoffie and stare over the bushveld at the springbok playing. I want to breathe fresh air and listen to the windpomp creaking in the background as the sun sets in reds and golds on the horizon.

There is something about the wildness of Africa’s bush that speaks to a part of me that I sometimes forget exists. When we visit South Africa, specifically one of the many National Parks where the animals roam free, I am reminded of that part of me. It is where my soul breathes.

Photos taken at Pilanesberg, South Africa. (July 2011)

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I am from Africa.

Quote and song for the day
The Sound Of Silence
(Paul Simon, 1964)

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.


A while ago, I attended a writing workshop presented by Susan Conley. She was still living in Beijing with her family, and finishing her book: The Foremost Good Fortune. Her book has been selected by the Oprah Magazine Book Club for their February reading room.

I am of course very happy for her, as well as being jealous as hell! It is a strange dichotomy of emotion; on the one hand cheering a writer on and on the other, gnashing your teeth and vowing to spend more time working on that WiP.

So, jealousy is actually a good thing … right?

Well, during that workshop, we had two minutes to write about where we came from. This is what I wrote:

I am from …

I am from Africa.  I am from snow-capped mountains and empty grassy plains, impenetrable jungles and barren deserts.  I am from the dusty markets where hollow-eyed children beg with outstretched hands, pleading not to go hungry for another day.  I am from the City of Gold, where my designer ball gowns go unnoticed in an ocean of sameness.  I am the Zambezi River, wild, savage, screaming with fury and destroying everything in my path.  I am Lake Tanganyika, calm, placid and member of the PTA.  I am the 2 faces of Africa.


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