The zebras and wildebeasts grazing, constantly grazing across miles of savanna. The migration being in their blood--driving them, pushing them onward to more fertile grasslands. As the gazelles and impala danced across the grasslands, I felt my own soul dance with them. The baboons that chatter and the buffalo that would snort meant something was lurking just beyond, as was my curiosity that wanted to get closer to the elusive chui that was peering out of the bush. The days were filled with exhilarating sunrises and breath taking sunsets.
Silohouetts of bao babs and giraffes saying la la salama to the last light of day.
Here, in Africa, I left my heart....
