To know It – Is to love It – Africa Time

Sunset in game park

Stay with me to the end..

In a short while, it creeps into your heart, then your mind and stays, slowly it flows in your blood infecting every cell and inch of your being, forever.


Like a drug you need to revisit, again and again, and yet, we try to give it up……., cast it aside and move on.

That’s Africa.

Did you try?

I too often crave this cure to set my mind at ease. De-stress , visit, let her see we have not forgotten how life is south of the equator. We are in good company it seems, you and I, as in the past and so too today, it evokes poignant memories shared by many authors:

Baroness Blixen wrote; “I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills…” from her book, Out of Africa.

Kuki Gallman wrote; “I dreamed of Africa.”,her memoirs of time spent there.

Ben Berman wrote a poem;
“Last night I dreamed of returning to Zimbabwe”, one of many poems.

Farmlands Harrismith

Africa Time

Midday, and outside the back door lies a discarded bucket of soapy water recently used to wash floors. The mop has congealed in the sunshine.

Garden and pool

Parched lawns, which have been neatly trimmed spread out towards the green leafy shrubbery along a boundary wall.

Searing heat rises from the concrete pathway that runs around the house and past the wide open kitchen windows, allowing flies access to come and go.

Any little breeze is welcome. Sergeant, our bulldog slobbers as he slumbers with one eye half open under the kitchen table on cool ceramic tiles.bulldog

Miriam moves lethargically between the sink and a pot of stew on her large plump bare feet, humming some tribal chant passed down through generations.

She removes a small saucepan from the heat which smells of burnt ‘pap’, exactly how she likes it; then stirs curry powder into her greasy stewed chicken.Pap

Through a serving hatch at one end of the kitchen is the dining table, on which stands a can of ‘Mr. Min’ polish and a few dusters.

The vacuum cleaner pipe lazes on the carpet in the lounge where the shiny dining chairs stand in a row. Down the passage which leads to the bedrooms lie two neat piles of unwashed laundry on the floor.dirty laundry

A car door slams in the driveway. Miriam knows instinctively by the sound of the footfall and possibly the rustle of ‘Checkers’ shopping bags that I have arrived.

“Miriam, my friends will be here by half past one!!”

I say, as I observe the stages of the work in progress at a glance, while she continues to pensively stir her stew.

“Eh, yes Medem.” She throws a happy smile of even white teeth at me.
I shrug.

This is Africa time.

and it is lunchtime!!

maluti mountains


About liz2you

Life just happens when you plan something else. 50 years spent in Africa and relevant stories.
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2 Responses to To know It – Is to love It – Africa Time

  1. Charlotte & Uzi Lotan says:

    This is excellent !!!!!

    love Charlotte and Uzi

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