It matters not to me who governs the country I live in as long as I
am free to earn a living and raise my children in a way that reflects
the true pulse of life as I feel it.
I use the term pulse because for those that have lived and loved in
Africa will understand the pulse I speak of...
It is the pulse that pumps through your veins in October / November
when the dark thunder clouds gather in the sky......... and the first
echoes of the Great African skies start to rumble...........
the thunder and lightning in those first few weeks that rumble on for
weeks upon weeks ......
with the promise of rain from the heavens.
ALL Africans of all races look to the skies during these first weeks
of the month ...
we are united in one cause ................. the promise of rain!!!!
The animals are thirsty and dying ................ the crops planted
in faith wilt under the tremendous heat and oppression from the
October sun ...............
and the hearts of men, women, and children are filled with
hope ............
that the sky will open up and empty her precious cargo onto our crops
and animals ......
A time when superstitions and faith battle in the hearts of man as
the promise of rain looms in the sky.....
"Is it coming?"...........
We wake in the morning and walk outside....... our hearts race as we
smell the earth that has been wet during the night............that
smell of dry bush and rain mixed together...........
the fragrance of our beloved African bush drinking its fill from the
heavens............
We look up at the sky to see where the rain came from.......... and
where it is falling...........
and we see a black cloud in the distance dropping a trail of cargo on
the horizon.............
the morning sunrise lighting up the trail is glorious pinks, and
violets, reds and yellows..................
The excitement of these early rains fills my soul with the promise of
life .........
In those special moments all thoughts of bad governance, racism, and
poverty seem to disappear for an instant and I can see through the
window of my fears ........
I can see the future of Africans at peace with themselves ....
and at peace with their land
balanced and focused on what is important ....
Oh how I wish we could all remain in that state............... that
state of expectancy.............
As the first rains build in the sky............. Are we going to have
another year of drought?.....or are we going to starve this year?
Oh how I wish we could all remain in that state of expectancy when we
look at those skies............... a state where our minds picture
the green shoots that are coming, the water in the veld, the lush
crops growing, the fat animals that have had their fil l......
Like all Countries.......... Africa has its seasons.........
sometimes the rain falls............ and sometimes it doesn't.
But the pulse of life remains the same.............. the pulse of
vulnerability and humility is very quickly stamped into the hearts of
all Africans. It is this vulnerability and humility I believe that
binds us together......... causes us to unite in thought at that
special time of year..............
when the heavens gather a promise of good things to come............
I believe.. I was born in Africa ....... to be an African.
My ancestors were born in Scotland ............. and they were
Scotsman.
So here I sit on this October morning ....... the African with Scots
blood...........
In Africa where he belongs.......
Enjoying the pulse building once more in his soul.....as the mass
consciousness of all Africans starts to stir.............. looking to
the heavens......... with expectancy and anticipation......... of
good things to come!!!!
I have planted my seeds ....... and look forward to the
harvest.............
As for overseas ..
A few weeks ago ............. I asked a friend to take of her
shoes ....... imprint her feet in the sand ........... draw a heart
around her feet.............
and a circle around the heart.............
She could not do this right away ......... because she could not
find any sand close by .............
THE LATE WILLEM HURN
It is with sad regret that the family of the late Bill (Willie) Hurn
inform all friends that Bill passed away in South Africa on 1 October
2005 after a long and painful battle with cancer. Bill will be so
fondly remembered by his fellow Lions, residents of Coronation Park,
members of the Verity Amm Centre, the Dutch Reformed Church community
and all those whose hearts he touched with his loving, calm, wise and
generous nature. His funeral was held in South Africa on 5 October
but there will be a memorial service in Bulawayo at a date to be
advised. His wife Ria will be back home on 16 October and thanks all
family and friends for their loving support .
email address marion@netconnect.co.zw
"The block of granite which was an
obstacle in the path of the weak
Becomes a stepping stone in the path
of the strong."
- Thomas Carlyle -
"Any fact facing us is not as important
as our attitude toward it,
for that determines our success or failure."
- Norman Vincent Peale -
"The greatest thing in this world
is not so much where we are,
but in what direction we are moving."
- Oliver Windell Holmes -
In the words of Robin Auld,
"When all is said and done, an African's got to have some sun "
God bless Africa !
Rob and Jen Moore - California
Item from "The Zimbabwean".
Two recent court cases have earned the attention of newspaper readers
in Zimbabwe. One person was fined $10,000,000 for not having a TV
licence. Another was released on bail for $5,000,000 after being
arrested for murder.
The moral of this Zimbabwean story: If you do not have a TV licence
and the inspector comes round, kill him. You will save $5,000,000.
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