The last warm rays blink in their eyes and with a last majestic bow another day in Africa comes to an end.
Hungry flames start consuming the wood – taking every thought and word captive with its trance. Cold bodies and emotions begin warming towards one another.
The light of the flames plays on the unfamiliar yet familiar faces around the fire, momentarily illuminating all sorrows and fears giving us a glimpse of what life ought to be.
The wind gently moves through the dry, silver grass in the moonlight, the normally peaceful night-sky which is now also starting to light up with great big bolts of lightning falling from the darkness and thunder echoing in your ears. The smell of the approaching rain fills your nose; the dampness lingers on your skin. Your thoughts grasp to capture this moment…
The entire bush anticipates the first big drops of rain after months of dryness. The lonely far away call of a nightjar fills the night and in a distance a male lion can be heard – announcing the dawn of a new season.
Africa is “magic” a masterpiece kept in perfect balance. It is in me, it is where my soul belongs – it is where God hides His heart.0