Sorry it took so long writing this story but maybe I was following the African saying: “The Europeans have the clock, the Africans have the time”.
First I want to show some more of my favorites again to bring you and me back for a short time to paradise – to our beloved African Savannah:
After coming back from Africa I was dreaming for six weeks of Africa only – every night. Most of the time I was travelling where I came from – directly from paradise. When I awaked I always felt lonely even I have been not alone - and all around me was sadness and silence.
So when I write all these parts of this story following my memories or going through my diary or spend some time with my pictures I always remember how it was and how I felt.
But when I do all of these three things parallel I’m back. Then I’m not only following memories. Then I’m really back and it is like standing there being part of the bush, waiting and live through everything again. Just beautiful . . .
. . . at this point I will show you one of my diaries and some drafts:
One of my diaries . . .
Drafts for the Kruger story: There have been good days and hard days . . . .
I remember when I was a child I was playing with toys showing animals and humans of Africa. I placed it all over the table and painted the lion’s mouths with my mother’s lipstick to express the blood from their most recent kill. I could spend hours by playing but have always been forced to remove the scenes when the table was needed by my mother to prepare it for dinner.
And I also remember when I was about four years old. At this time I entered the hippo enclosure in a zoo by my own to get to these funny African animals to touch them. Just to be rescued by a keeper. . .
I can assure you when he got me out the most dangerous creature at this day was not the hippo but my aunt who was taking care of me at this day.
I have learned a lot on this day: Never go to the hippos when your aunt is around.
And so I did. All my later close encounters with hippos I had were when my aunt was thousands of kilometers away.
And a long time ago (I’m not going to tell you how old I’m), long before I have visited Southern Africa for the first time I read the “Sunbird” written by Wilbur Smith. This was a tremendous impression and for sure this intensified my interest and love for Africa.
. . . . and in a certain way I’m some kind of a Sunbird.
I don’t have wings like a bird but I have my dreams. And I believe in my dreams.
Because listening to my dreams is like reading letters from my soul.
And my dreams are the wings of my life.
During these weeks I’ve spread my wings wide to soar above the African Savannah. My minds where gliding high over these beloved places touching the African sky, dreaming it will last for ever. . . .
And I still have my wings, beautiful wings . . . . . . beautiful dreams. . . . . . . .
I’m very proud of Bavaria my home country and where I come from. But even here when I have to leave or when I return from abroad there is not such a strong feeling.
Home is where it hurts if you have to leave . . . so my home is Southern Africa . . . . and what can be a better home than the African Savannah?
One of you wrote in her or his signature: “Being African is not determined by race, but by what’s in your heart”. Let me add something to this: “. . . and maybe it’s not determined by where you live or where you have been born”.
And history tells us we all have our roots in Africa.
I spend a lot of time working on my pictures. With every one of them a piece of a dream comes true, a memory of African Savannah, and a memory of travelling in paradise.
I'm not here any longer. But everyday when I look to the sun I know right now it is also shining over Kruger’s African Savannah.
I had to leave my Africa but my heart still remains there where you can meet it - maybe. The best chances will be close to the Olifants . . . .
I thank you all for following my Kruger story. Without your permanent support and encouragement I would never have finished it. And please excuse my sometimes “special” English. It was my first writing in English and I have learned English only during a very short period of time.
And regarding my pictures. I often used the pictures that fitted to the story and showed you what I could not express in details by words. So there have not always been placed the best ones only.
Elsa, Anja, Pumbaa, restio, bert, Meandering Mouse, jonty1, Vonnie, Freda, aboon, p@m, griet1981, Skillie, boorgatspook, Senyetse, pardus, anne-marie, Jose, RayD123, Wild@Heart, Jubatus, Toddelelfe, Muhammad, katydownunder, CuriousCanadian, Snoobab, Herman, Zypresse, elpaco, TexasBoer, Mgoddard, Ralph vV, Lockie, Cathie, Deville, naomi c, Jazil, wanderw, Ollie, saraf, janneyc, Liryn, tigger83, jb72, Sharifa, Jehoshaphat, Hippo, Boabab, Craig, john n poppy, blasian, jasetoni, mel123, christo, Chickadee, daver, sable, MarkWildDog, Dotty, PhalaRaider, DincyBird, wmahon465, monnevanloon, Safarigirl and Mike USA (just hope I have not forgotten one!) thank you for your nice postings that kept me writing in times where no time for writing was left.
Sorry if there are some outdated-one included but some of you changed it so often and at a certain time I could not follow without to start at the early beginning again
Thank you all for all these nice words and the many, many personnel mails I got . . . some send by not registered readers via my homepage . . . that included so much . . . . . things you didn’t want to express in public. . . . . .that warmed my heart . . . . and still make me proud.
And to find out one day my report was chosen to be placed at the “Best of the Forums” made a dream come true.
Thank you all again and I hope I will see you once . . . . . . meet you by travelling in paradise. And if the up-current gets by we will spread our wings. But they only can carry us up and away if at least some of our dreams become true.
My dreams are not gone. I just changed one dream to another: My dream of being here to a dream of coming back. Dreaming of going on a journey of fantasy with my Guardian Angel again.
Goodbye African Savannah. I will come back . . . yes, I will come back to you: Mena tanda wena . . . ngiyakuthanda . . . ndza ku rhandza. . . .
. . . angikhoni kuhlala ngaphandle kwakho . . .
My favourites of all:
My Olifants River
This brings me back for a last time remembering an Eurythmics song playing on Radio Jacaranda.
And so I will end my story with these lines.
“It must have been love but it’s over now.”
Not my love - just my story.