Loving where you live | Die Wit Hasie
Have you read the book Out of Africa by Karen Blixen? No? Then you are not allowed to read this blog any longer, you disappoint me.
Just kidding, it’s not a book on everyone’s reading list but it should be. She has a way with words that transport you to a time when Africa was still wild. By reading the book(and watching the movie) I realized that Africa, in all its short comings, is a magical place. As things get more volatile by the day and people want to chase you off because of your skin colour, everybody is talking about jumping ship and finding a home in countries like Canada or Australia. My answer for this is always the same; the red earth beneath my feet is what colours the blood in my veins, just as you cannot separate the red colour from your blood you cannot separate yourself from Africa once you’ve seen her sun rises and sun sets. Your soul is in the wind that dances across grasslands, your heartbeat is the low growl of a thunderstorm on the horizon. Africa will show you such beauty that it makes your heart hurt but she asks for blood in return. If it’s by lion, elephant or another man’s hand she does not care but you will not live within the borders of this bitch in peace but Oh, you will live.
You can leave Africa but she will always call you home.
I’ve lived this life before (maybe) but when Africa had more animals and less humans because I do not fit in and the more primitive I live, the better. Maybe that’s why I’m so happy living in this area but there are still too many people around, I really don’t want to see any other humans when I walk outside. But enough of this little rant. Time to share some pictures…
Road block…This really is one of the most irritating and dangerous things when driving on Zim roads. Did I mention that this small road is a highway? This is a traffic jam When it rains….this happens. Rysmiere*(Termites) The locals collect them and sell them for a dollar a bucket full. I wouldn’t eat these flying ants but the little bush baby loves them…and so does everything else. We also have these massive slugs come out after the rain And then this guy eats them. Jess(our cabbage head dog) hates them and is on a mission to rid the yard of them. What these likkewaan*(lizards aka likkewaan) do to defend themselves is swat at you with their tale. It’s like a wip and you do not want to get hit by it. Lucky for Jess, she hasn’t been hit…yet.
I would not want to live anywhere else. Would you?
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9 responses to “Loving where you live”	Net Ek	Augustus 31, 2016 om 9:24 vm
Antwoord →	Sjoe. Zim? Ek is te bangbroek. Ek dink rerig nie ek sal dit oorleef nie. Nie omdat ek nie luxuries het nie, maar oor ek so crap bang is.
Ek wil so graag op ‘n plek bly waar ek nie eers ‘n selfoon het nie, maar ek dink meer aan iets soos Nieu Bethesda of so! Mal oor jou foto’s!
diewithasie	Augustus 31, 2016 om 9:28 vm
Antwoord →	Baie dankie. Ek was ook so bang, hel ek het nooit eers buite my dorp bestuur nie so bang was ek vir ALLES maar die plek sort sulke goed vinnig uit
Net Ek	Augustus 31, 2016 om 9:50 vm
Jis, ek dink jy is baie braaf. Ek sal nog ok wees in die dag, maar as die son sak is ek so mal soos ‘n haas. Ek beny jou eintlik. LikeLike
diewithasie	Augustus 31, 2016 om 10:03 vm
Na die slang in die nag by ons huis ingesluip het hop ek lekker rond as iets beweeg. Tog raak mens dit gewoont. Ekt die ander dag op ‘n slang getrap en ipv skrik en hol het ek die fent agterna gesit om seker te maak huis weg van die huis. 3jaar terug was dit nie so nie, ek het in die bad gesit en huil oor hoe scary als was. LikeLiked by 1 person
karen	Augustus 31, 2016 om 1:28 nm
Antwoord →	ai, ek mis die rysmiere. my katte was ook altyd mal daaroor …
ons bly op ‘n baie mak plek, hehe, maar dis so vreeslik mooi, ek bly baie lekker. dit kon egter seker meer opwindend gewees het! hier is een half giftige slang in die suide dink ek, en mens sien dit nooit want dis meestal te koud. beny jou vir die wildgeid!
diewithasie	Augustus 31, 2016 om 2:04 nm
Antwoord →	Nee moenie. Mens kan nie eers in vrede bad. Lê nog een aand so en hoor gloeps, iets plons in die water. Sit die boek neer en sit regop, daar loer ‘n skerpioen van onder die skuim vir my. Gil soos ‘n meis, loop soos die Liewe Heer op water en uit is ek. Vang toe maar self die ding(wat dood gekook het) en seker 10min later kom manlief eers in om te sien waaroor het ek gegil.Dankie tog dit was nie ernstig nie ne
karen	September 1, 2016 om 10:25 vm
hehehe, by ons sou manlief gegil het 😉 lekker lag ek nou! ook bly dit was nie meer ernstig nie 😉
HesterLeyNel	September 1, 2016 om 6:00 vm
Antwoord →	Mooi fotos en ‘n baie interessante leefstyl, dink ek.
diewithasie	September 1, 2016 om 6:14 vm