The Hunter | Okavango Delta, Botswana | "Africa is the motion of the wings of birds moving the air;
of the water’s ripple caused by the swift disappearance of a crocodile into the floods
or the silent echo of a falling Marula fruit.
It’s the cracking of dry soil caused by the merciless sun,
the rain-drops splattering from an endless sky.
A song about Africa would last a lifetime.
A part of its secret has always slumbered deep within our hearts.
We call it the cradle of life.
The colours, the sounds, the scents of Africa are different, stronger, more intense and truthful, searing and haunting and elevating.
There is a rhythm, created by the thousands of hooves of the big herds as they run for greener pasture, and it’s picked up by the drums played by the people under a velvet starlit night sky.
The song is echoed by the cry of the eagle as it soars from high in the mountains to glide over the lands."