Showing posts with label Khutsi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Khutsi. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

The Road to Khutsi

Leaving Gaborone
Passing by billboards advertising the latest cell phone plans
Dodging combis, cars, taxis, buses

Entering the countryside
Passing by billboards promoting the ABCs of HIV prevention
Abstain, Be Faithful, Condomize
Dodging donkeys, cows, goats, baboons

Passing by not so random bus stops
At not so random trees
Providing shade to the patient passengers and vigilant vendors
Selling their wares at make-shift stands
Air time, Snack time
Sweet nothings, Sweet somethings

Passing through towns
Purple painted beauty parlours sponsored by Dark & Lovely
Strip malls, gas stations, bars, clinics

Passing by housing compounds
Fenced with branches
To keep livestock in ?
To keep intruders out ?

Rectangular, modern concrete houses
Flank round, traditional adobe huts
No longer used
But kept out of respect for the ancestors buried beneath

Pavement gives way to dirt
Dirt gives way to sand
Cars give way to donkey carts
Towns give way to villages

The village housing compounds have only round thatch-roofed huts
It is too expensive to bring concrete here

Passing through the park gate

Set up camp
Drive to the watering hole

and Stop

No more driving
No more motion

No more passing through towns and villages
No more passing by billboards and bus stops

No more passing by life
No more life passing us by

just Stopping

Letting life unfold around us
Letting life unfold within us

We have arrived
Khutsi

For Susan and Nancy, who requested a poem


Sunday, 11 March 2012

Animals of the Kalahari


Ostrich love !


The Oryx (Gemsbok) is particularly well adapted to the harsh, arid environment of the Kalahari desert. Can anyone tell me how ?


Springbok.

Camping in Khutsi


I went camping last night at Khutsi Game Reserve, bordering the Central Kalahari Game Reserve. We crossed the Tropic of Capricorn.


We were the only ones at this camp site. We ate dinner at the campfire, then retired to our tents as the red moon was rising, to the lullaby of the little critters around us.


My camp mates, Emily, from my Maatla US partner org (FHI360)'s Washington D.C. office, and Tim, our guide. We stopped at a water hole to watch and listen to life unfold around us. Sometimes it's a good idea to stop chasing life long enough for it to find you.


Sunrise over the Kalahari.