“My heart will always beat to an African drum”
I have been wanting to make a blog post on my love for the bush for a while now. So here it is.
It is really hard to describe the love I have for this beautiful country and continent. My love affair with the African bush started young. I think a part of my heart was left in Kruger upon my first visit as a child and every time I go back that piece of my heart is filled and I am completely happy and whole. If life gets in the way and I don’t get to go back to bush for a few months my heart aches for it.
Being in the bush is like a feast for your senses. You can feel the energy of the bush, the excitement.
I am not sure what it is about being in the bush that strikes up serious life changing conversations around the fire, but it does. It is where dreams come alive, inspiration is found and a renewed spirit is guaranteed.
“When you have acquired a taste for the dust and the scent of our first rain,
You’re hooked for life on Africa, and you’ll not be right again,
Until you can watch the setting moon and hear the jackals bark,
And know they are around you waiting in the dark.
When you long to see the elephants or hear the coucal’s song,
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire, then you’ve been away too long.
It is time to cut the traces loose, and let your heart go free,
Beyond that far horizon where your spirit yearns to be.
Africa is waiting – come!
Since you have touched the open sky and learned to love the rustling grass and the wild fish eagle’s cry.
You’ll always hunger for the bush; for the lion’s rasping roar,
To camp at last beneath the stars and to be at peace once more.”
– Author Unknown