I have had a fascination with the Groot Marico (Groot meaning Great), since I read Herman Charles Bosman’s short stories about Oom Schalk Lourens and Krisjan Lemmer, the biggest liar in the Bushveld. I still love the stories and still read them from time to time. I still laugh and feel sad at times and touch the pages of the book when I read something which is written heart wrenching beautiful.
A few years ago, I got my chance to travel through the Groot Marico and the very first thing I saw was a massive field of yellow sunflowers with the faces turned to the sun. And that was my introduction to the Groot Marico. And it seems everything is bigger in the Groot Marico. The stories, the river, the flowers and of course the huge Groot Marico Moon. As Herman Charles Bosman said:
“I have seen the moon in other places besides the Marico. But it is not the same there.
It does strange things to you, the Marico moon, and in your heart are wild and fragrant fancies, and your thoughts go very far away.”