- Posted October 17, 2013 by
Mpumalanga, South Africa
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The Africa we don't see
The Desperation Sets In
- CYDFISH7, CNN iReport producer
The landing strip: the happiest and saddest place on Londolozi. It is where dreams begin and journeys are started. It is also where hearts are broken and desperation sets in.
My journey began in March 2012 when I visited Londolozi on my honeymoon. I set out just to “take pictures of animals” and as an amateur photographer this trip was a dream. Wild animals posing for thousands of pictures sounded like it was right up my alley… what I didn’t realize was that viewing the “Big 5” wasn’t actually being able to see the rhino, lion, leopard, buffalo and elephant.
The “Big 5” of Londolozi is actually its heritage and the way family is promoted; its soul and the insane ability it has to invade your soul until it is forever changed; its joy that you can experience every time you turn a corner, in a song from the women’s choir or in an evening in a BOMA; its love in which you can see when you taste their food, talk to their staff, and especially when you witness their conservation effort to ensure the land and its animals will be there to view for generations to come; and most of all its people and the love and knowledge they impart on you – to make you want to be a better person, to make you want to change the world, to make you want to return. When I left in tears 17 months ago, I vowed to return. And return I did.
I knew I couldn’t stay away long. After all, visiting Londolozi was the happiest I’d ever been in my life. And with life being so unexpected and short, I returned to the place where my mind was most at peace, my body felt most in tune to the earth that holds us and where my heart totally “melts into wonder”.
This short blog is my ode to the Londolozi staff. They have forever changed me. My life is sweeter knowing them and I’m eternally grateful for the way they’ve shaped my life by inviting me into theirs.
So on the landing strip this past Saturday, with tears in my eyes and the sound of my heart breaking over the plane’s propellers, I made another vow to return again soon.
Now the desperation sets in, the desperation sets in…