Thunderstorms in Africa.

It is so beautiful, I just have to share it with you.

‎(The lost trails of the Transvaal - TV Bulpin) In summer, if the rains were good, it was green and beautiful in its very spaciousness. The air was brisk, the horizon clear and clean from one curve of the earth to the other; while overhead the sky was as blue as a magic ocean, with giant cloud ships manoeuvring around, finding positions, and then opening fire each afternoon with their big guns, hammering away with flashes and crashes, until one sprung a leak and showered the earth with the rain or the hail of a thunderstorm.

The sounds of summer in Southern Africa

On a hot summer's day

on the beautiful african bushveld

the cicada's background noise

make it feel hotter than it really is

and a grey-headed bush shrike plays 

hide and seek with you

A red chested cuckoo and the burchell coucal

sing of the rain to come

whilst in the rainstorm the frogs bursts out 

in their joyous grateful song

with the rumbling thunder as their beat

just as you light the braaifire

you catch a glimpse of an orange tail

as a paradise flycatcher flies past to his cupful of nest

Somewhere in the not too far away

in their gorgeous turquoise attire

a woodland kingfisher and his friend

is practicing for the Christmas Choir

Meeting Someone Famous

Meeting someone famous can be a nerve-wrecking thing

Especially if it is someone known for killing…….

So one day without an appointment with said Mr. Famous

I came to meet the one known as Africa’s most dangerous

Chilled out and walking in the beautiful African bush

When my sixth sense sensed that something is amiss

eyes peeled and looking even behind  like a chameleon, frozen and throbbing pulse

Where and what is this thing which my senses tell me is around

Suddenly out of “nowhere” dashed this very long black reptile

Something; what exactly I do not know; hopefully not me

Invaded his personal space and triggered his irritation level

I was just too grateful to not be in the way of the bite

…. Otherwise I would not be here writing you the story of the Black Mamba

Fear Stricken in Talamati

One beautiful starry night in the Talamati Hide

I sat and watched the creatures and some water birds

As you would say nothing happened really;

However somewhere in the not too far away darkness

Horror upon horrors came upon an impala family

I had to know though because just earlier that night

The madala baboon told his family with plight

To stay near because danger is so very near

The earth suddenly shuddered with fear

Soon I was to see although only in part

The ecological system played out before me

The shape of fear stricken impala running for life

And short on its heels was a muscled strong hungry leopard

Emotions should not interfere when this is observed

For this is normal and anyways which side are you taking

As much as this is rather gross and shocking

It is truly a memory that will stay with me

The Guinea-fowl's Cheerful chatter

The guinea fowl have this cheer

In their everyday chitter and chatter

That I cannot help but wonder

What they are saying to each other

All lovely kinds of things like

How tasty was that grassy-bite

The weather is so fine

No complaints about rain or shine

Did you see this morning’s

beautiful painting in the sunrise

And those new blooming wildflowers

In between the lovely tasty greenery

Singing a song of praise and thanks

Not an ounce of stress in their lives

they happily chat away to themselves

and keep us humans in the wonder

Peace in the Wilderness :-)

Surrounded by the bush; inhaling the air so fresh

Hearing the birds chirping so happily

Sitting next to a loved one, staring at the fire’s flames

Appreciating the beautiful night skies; with the full moon casting

reflections on the stream rustling over the pebbles

Far away hearing a Woodland Kingfisher saying

Chip-chirrrrr   chip-chirr   chip-chirrrr    chip- chirrrrr

I imagine him saying: come here, come here, come here

A shiver down my spine on hearing the lions roaring

The unforgettable sense of sanity, peace and quietness

And deep down in my heart knowing that

This is the great spirit of the african wilderness

The Cross Shaped Morning Star

I’m stuck down in a black spiral

A very confusing spiral

It’s a maze and it’s going downwards

I’m confused about everything in life

Don’t know what to do

I’m in a dark tunnel of glue

Was that my imagination or did i really

See some light far away….

I try to swim towards it

It dims and brights

I cry out loud for some more light

At first I felt hopeless

as it felt like nothing happened

Then one really bright

Cross-shaped Morning star appeared.

I felt the glue loosing its grip

Precious blood flowed from the Star

I was brought back to Life

My Redeemer put a rose in my hair

And a sparkle in my eye

- a reflection of His Image.