and yes, this is a main national road!
Wednesday 28 November 2012
Friday 9 November 2012
Some Ethiopian design... with a twist
Stunning dress by Addis Ababa designer Fikirte Addis! She has a wonderul fresh take on African fashion
Thursday 8 November 2012
Wednesday 7 November 2012
Crawling sofa
What wonderful whimsical things people think of... definitely something i need in my home
Tuesday 6 November 2012
Monday 5 November 2012
Sunday 4 November 2012
Saturday 3 November 2012
I Am An African
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 sound
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
By Wayne Visser
Friday 19 October 2012
Tuesday 9 October 2012
Monday 8 October 2012
Sunday 7 October 2012
Wednesday 3 October 2012
Tuesday 2 October 2012
Saturday 29 September 2012
Beyond the rainbow...
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| by Camilla d'Errico |
Wednesday 26 September 2012
Saturday 1 September 2012
"I
am the voice of the voiceless,
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak
From
street, from cage, from kennel,
From stable and zoo, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.
Oh, shame on the mothers of mortals
Who have not stooped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that has no speech.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I shall fight his fight;
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
From stable and zoo, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.
Oh, shame on the mothers of mortals
Who have not stooped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that has no speech.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I shall fight his fight;
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
-
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1919
Friday 24 August 2012
Lazy lazy afternoons...
the seasons are turning and as the weather heats up this little guy
just gets fruitier by the day!
Thursday 23 August 2012
Monday 20 August 2012
There is one thing I always find so interesting, if you
had a Rottweiler or an Alsatian or one of those massive guard dogs people will
not expect of it to jump on their lap when they come to visit, on the contrary
they will steer well clear but now when it comes to a hand reared WILD animal
they just expect it to come rub against them or to want to be tickled behind
the ears on a first encounter. They do not realise that it takes hours every
day just to keep the animal habituated and that it is still WILD and that its
instincts will always dominate. They do not realise that closeness to the
animal is earned and that it takes blood, sweat and tears- literally!
You spend hours and hours exercising them, showing them new
things and trying to expose them to as many different things as possible – the
running water in a stream, the first impala droppings, a murderous thunderstorm,
the excitement of making it all the way to the top of a large tree or catching
its first field mouse – and still try to give them the life they deserve and
still respect their WILD nature.
You learn to appreciate their moods, their fear, hunger,
aggression, instinct and love that they will hand out in abundance.
You learn to respect their power, claws and their intuitive
nature and you just watch in awe as nature looks after their own child and he
just knows what his “forefathers” knew without being taught or having a “real”
mother to guide him.
And I still wonder – how do people just walk in and expect
this WILD creature to accept them right away?
Sunday 19 August 2012
Saturday 18 August 2012
A favourite photo!
My husband has always been the only person allowed to scratch his tummy and he would go all woozy and sleepy whenever he got tickled!
A few days ago I read an article about the illegal wildlife
trade and how they found a baby sun bear in someone’s suitcase. Now I don’t know
about you guys but I have never even heard about a sun bear let alone see one
so of course I had to do some research and wow, they are fantastic!
They are also known as the honey bear and is found primarily in the tropical rainforest in Southeast Asa, North-East India, Bangladesh,
Myanmar,
Thailand,
Laos, Cambodia,
Vietnam,
Southern China,
Peninsular Malaysia, and the islands of Sumatra
and Borneo.
How wonderful and full of surprises nature is with this very
interesting creature with his orange horse shoe like “necklace”!
I will just have to
go and see them sometime…
Thursday 16 August 2012
Tuesday 14 August 2012
Monday 13 August 2012
Saturday 11 August 2012
After 10 years of being a proud brunette I decided to go back to my
“roots”, had my hair stripped back to blond and then added a whole bunch of
highlights for good measure… and the first thing I was worried about was how
will I smell or rather how my scent will change….because yes, it might sound
absolutely crazy but being mom to a wild creature can be quite tricky and
something as simple as changing your perfume or body lotion and therefore
changing the smell they are familiar to can cause an uproar… so can you just
imagine what a whole new “look” might do!
So the first time I went to see this crazy little caracal of ours
after the big “make over” I was a bit concerned and a bit worried… will he like
the new me…the new smell (I was not sure how the products used at salons to lighten your hair might
smell to such sensitive nostrilsJ)…so, he did a
little rubbing, a little sniffing, some hissing and in the end he realised that
it is still just mom...and now all I need to do is get use to the stranger in
the mirror myself because in the end he is not our little caracal.. we are his PEOPLE!
Thursday 9 August 2012
Wednesday 8 August 2012
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