08/12/2021
No matter where you were born, or your nationality, every human being on Earth is originally African. For 99,98 percent of our evolution, about 3 million years, our ancestors have lived on this continent in a complex network of the richest megafauna on the planet.
Technically, we are African apes who have populated the rest of the world only in the last 50 000 years.
When people from other continents visit Africa and say “I feel at home here”, they’re inadvertently stating a wonderful fact. Africa is our first home. Is that why many people respond so viscerally to it?
The first people, the first stories, the first technology, the first languages arose here.
I love books about people who know African wilderness. But I have yet to come across words which fully describes the feeling of being in African wilderness. That feeling of…
A leopard’s eyes, locked on you like laser beams.
The simple but profound presence of an elephant.
A perching kingfisher, immersed in every moment of every day.
The silhouette of a white rhino, backlit in copper-toned savannah.
Being all alone with a lioness in the middle of the Kalahari on a Tuesday morning. (Of course, the day of the week is irrelevant, right?)
Zebras following ancient pathways long forgotten by most of us.
Baboons warming up in a sunbeam on a cool winter’s morning.
A chimp makes eye contact, dismantling in an instant our illusions of superiority - and separateness.
Bee-eaters taking off into the sky above the Zambezi (can you feel yourself taking off with them?)
There are many such “ordinary”, everyday moments in the last remaining places of “old Africa”.
But at times I find them extraordinary – even transcendent. “Here was a drumbeat of the earth that permeated my entire psychic being,” wrote Ian Player, the man who did so much to conserve the southern white rhino.
Perhaps our relationship with Africa is so ancient and primal that it precedes the evolution of the neo-cortex, that part of our brains responsible for language.
Maybe our connection with this continent is coded so deeply into our DNA that words can’t do it justice.