African footsteps

Africa is a place that paints your footsteps with its earth, and colours your soul with its sunset.

I have been here for officially three months, and have no desire to leave. Everyday rolls smoothly into the next and every morning greets me with love and passion.

The local people approach you with caution and then embrace you with their hearts. I have yet to be disappointed by mother nature and yet to be heartbroken by her ways.

Yesterday I spent the day looking for Rhinos, and the day before I encountered our male lion Mohawk. He crossed the road and then stopped when I switched off my engine.  His eyes stared straight into mine and he made me feel completely naked and humble. He walked straight up to my window, not taking his eyes off mine for even a second. When he reached me, he shook his head, roared and walked off. I knew at that exact moment, that he was the king of that land, and I was merely a passerby who needed to be reminded to have respect for my beautiful surroundings.

Each day holds something different, and each day is as fulfilling as the last. Surrounded by people who have a wealth of knowledge about a place that demands respect, maturity and realism, I have grown so much in heart and in fact. I await every new morning eagerly, and start each day steadfastly.  This is a place that separates men from boys, and grants you the chance to become a raw version of yourself.  This is a place that teaches you respect and manners. This is a place I do not want to wander away from again, for a very long time. This is my heartbeat. This is Africa.