The Beauty of our World


Today, as South Africans, we are all dreading the news that any day now our nations father, Nelson Mandela, or affectionately called Madiba, may pass away.  Some, like myself, feel it will not really have any impact on our lives any more, but the doomsday prophets fear that we will have some or other disastrous consequences as a result.  The newspapers like the Sunday Rapport, publish stories of how stoical and serene his wife, Graca Machel is guarding him by sleeping in a chair next to his hospital bed, or gossip about his ex, Winnie Madikizela-Mandela‘s  much publicised and photographed visit.  Even the president, Jacob Zuma, cut short some official visits to spend time by his bedside, and all the while the remaining family members are already fighting about what they will inherit, or how they can make even more money out of the Mandela name.   Apparently every Tom, Dick and Harry now tries to be a Mandela!

English: Nelson Mandela in Johannesburg, Gaute...

English: Nelson Mandela in Johannesburg, Gauteng, on 13 May 1998 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Death is a strange thing – otherwise normal, good people can turn into monsters at the sight and sound of the word “money”!  I am one of S A’s top financial advisors for our second largest assurance company, Sanlam, where it comes to wills, estates and trusts, and my o my!   Have I seen the green-eyed monster lashing out its claws and baring its teeth when some of my beloved clients have passed away!

Now what does all this sordid human behaviour have to do with my heading?  Well simple – today I actually got up feeling rather glum – Monday morning Blues in its full glory attacking me.  And perhaps it had something to do with reading the Sunday newspaper in bed last night before I went to sleep??  My answer was to get up as soon as I was fully awake, so as to banish the depression and rather see the beauty all around me.  And boy, is it beautiful!  How often do we miss hearing the birds?  I have hundreds in the trees around my house.  The mornings break in beautiful red glory, the African soil smells fresh, like the finest perfume could never smell – after a bit of rain over the weekend.  And I simply want to share some of the beauty with you.  Enjoy.

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About suletta

Fell in love again at age 50! And followed my man to Zanzibar, for him to set up a dairy farm. I managed to travel into Africa a few times in my life, always loving it and experience the "fever" that grips you on African soil - the one that especially the Europeans now and in years gone by, suffer from. Except I am an African by birth - a South African. A Mzungu.So I discovered at this late stage in my life (not that I feel old!) that some people find my babblings about life interesting, and I quote: "live their lives vicariously through me".
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4 Responses to The Beauty of our World

  1. Nelson Mandela has been a prominent figure in our time period. Not just for those in Africa but for many of us of African heritage in America. His voice has always been one of motivation and equality unlike so many other ‘leaders.’ His passing will cause an uproar by those hungry for the money, forgetting what he stood for Im sure but I don’t his spirit will keep peace not only among the people of Africa but those all over the world…

    great photography 🙂

  2. danniehill says:

    Mandela has made an impact on the world and will be missed when it is his time to depart. Beautiful photos.

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