Reminiscing Africa

We live Africa.

Breathe the air

Heart Beating Africa

No time to spare

Life’s moving on in Africa

The harmonica's twang blended with the melodious flow of a mandolin creating a most glorious tune. The day fell asleep early, as usual in that country side, creating a serene backdrop for the glorious tune. The tune was carried by three young men, eager for an adventure in the newly visited land of Africa. A common sight in those first days, three boys jamming to random blues tunes in the cabin, provided amble entertainment for all who passed. A passing moment was not the only which was graced by those melodies. The trio walked up a nearby hill and began to play for an elderly gentleman. They soon discovered that this man was not only an ordinary gentleman, but was the previous ambassador from Zambia to USA. The trio was ecstatic. The night crept on and the trio went to their respective places of rest. The Sabbath had been good, and good day thus ended. 

First Day in Africa

Africa. The word that has never ceased to leave my mind since December of last year. Now I am in it. Bathing in the reality of its all surrounding presence, there is no escaping the present here. Is it what I expected? I can not remember what I expected. It is like a surreal dream that I am finally realizing is a dream no more. No longer will I see my friends, family and others on a regular basis as previously was done. Saying bye to those I left was more difficult then hoped, but for every gain is a cost. 

Arriving at the location, Riverside Farms, there was displayed a picture of supreme simplistic beauty. The first creak of the door revealed a light so pure and was filtered through the serene Zambian landscape. I knew I was in the place I was called to be. 

We did not do much anything today except realize how jet-lag really feels.