I am an African
Not because I was born there
But because my heart beats with Africa’s
I am an African
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa

When Africa weeps for her children
My cheeks are stained with tears
When Africa honours her elders
My head is bowed in respect
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing

I am an African
For her blue skies take my breath away
And my hope for the future is bright
I am an African
For her people greet me as family
And teach me the meaning of community
I am an African
For her wildness quenches my spirit
And brings me closer to the source of life

When the music of Africa beats in the wind
My blood pulses to its rhythm
And I become the essence of music
When the colours of Africa dazzle in the sun
My senses drink in its rainbow
And I become the palette of nature
When the stories of Africa echo round the fire
My feet walk in its pathways
And I become the footprints of history

I am an African
Because she is the cradle of our birth
And nurtures an ancient wisdom
I am an African
Because she lives in the world’s shadow
And bursts with a radiant luminosity
I am an African
Because she is the land of tomorrow

And I recognise her gifts as sacred





Monica, our house-help (Maid) is one of my favorite people in Kenya. She is hilarious and some of my most entertaining conversations have taken place in the kitchen watching her cook.

First of all, she worries about me far too much. If I haven’t gotten home by 9:00 PM, she calls me and asks whether I am okay. If I’m too lazy to shave one morning, she’ll say, “Brother Dan, you need to shave to look smart”. If my shoes are dusty from the previous day, she won’t let me leave home until she’s had a chance to wipe them. In the evenings, she always makes sure I have my cup of tea, texting me instead of walking upstairs to my room. Last night’s said, “Hallo Dan, welcome 4 the cup of t”. Apparently bad texting grammar and laziness are not exclusively American problems. And even though she constantly walks around…

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Mountain Bull, a bull elephant that inspired a wildlife conservation project in Kenya has been found dead in the Mount Kenya Forest, after poachers speared him and ripped out his tusks. He is thought to have been dead 8 days when they found his carcass.

Mountain Bull, was 46 years old.

Mountain Bull was a magnificent elephant who achieved notoriety for his fence-breaking habit, but who helped make the Laikipia Elephant Corridor famous when he  learnt to use this path between his mountain hideaway and the ladies of the Lewa Wildlife Conservancy.  He loved the ladies. He became the “face” of the “Save the Elephants” charity after he was fitted with a GPS tracking device.

A spokesman for Lewa said: “Mountain Bull’s death is a great loss to the conservation fraternity.

“He taught us much about elephant and animal behaviour, migration routes and patterns, and to a large extent, left many inspired by his bravery and resilience.”

R.I.P Mountain Bull









Long weekend and we are on our way to the Tuli Block in Botswana. A trip which should have taken us two and a half hours, nearly took 9 hours, with 6 hours out of that battling to get through the Groblersbridge Border post. Both sides.  Due to the heavy flooding the area has had, all the border posts on the Limpopo were closed and some in fact are still closed and with our luck, the Groblersbridge only opened 3 days before.  Hence, heavy traffic trying to get through with staff on both sides caught unprepared.  However, I will not complain too much about the standing in the sun and the frustration, as I met some nice people in the que and we had many laughs, as each one had a story or stories to tell…and what the hell..we are in Africa.  If we cannot get appreciate ‘African time”, we do not belong here.

At last, we were through and another 45 minutes and we were at Stevensford Game Reserve. Stevensford is about 500km from Johannesburg (and for us from our home around 225km) in the Tuli Block and is a 4500 hectares of unspoilt bush and 3km of Limpopo River. The cottages is set in camp away from the river and in the bush and for the more adventurous, a few camping spots on the banks of the river, with basic ablutions etc.  The cottages are all equipped with their own little kitchen with everything you need, a little boma with braai (barbeque) and small fire pit. The bedrooms and nice, cool and beautifully clean with fresh crisp white sheets .   The chalets get serviced daily and staff lit your fire each night.  All you do is cook your food and relax.


When we got there, the farm manager told us there was a leopard kill not even 200m from our chalet. Unfortunately, someone or something must have scared it off and the carcass was left.  Other half went to place his night camera, in case something came back to eat or scavenge.  Alas, when we checked the following morning, nothing even touched the carcass and by then the maggots were already busy with their job in cleaning up the carcass.

After checking the carcass we took a leisurely walk along the Limpopo river bank. Tons of birds and this is a twitchers’ paradise.  It is wonderfully quiet and cool under these huge massive trees and you get a sense of peace, which was very welcoming after the hub of city life.


We decided to go for a morning ride at the top farm and you basically cross the ‘main’ road to the other side and enter via a gate. We were the only people there and it was just great.  We had great sightings of Giraffe and also some Eland.  And of course some of the usual buck as well as Zebra.  Unfortunately there is no Elephant in this part of the Tuli , which was a disappointment, but I understand that there is quite a lot of  agriculture in this part of the Tuli there is a fence dividing this part of the Tuli from the rest.

However, this is a place of natural beauty. The ocra red of the Kalahari soil is breathtakingly against the white of the Sheppard tree’s bark, and the bright blue sky with the green of the bush.  And here you will have great opportunities for photography when the light is just right in the late afternoon.   It is stunningly beautiful.


For the next 3 days this little heaven was our home and we just relaxed, walked and went for short rides. You are allowed to go for self drive night drives.   However, if you do, please take in consideration the little night creatures as well as the nocturnal birds as we found a Bronze Winged Courser one morning, killed by a person who went on a night drive by themselves.  This is an uncommon bird to see and it was indeed very sad seeing this beautiful bird dead, because people are irresponsible.



I will recommend Stevensford as a place of relaxation and beauty and I hope we will get the opportunity to visit again.