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Published: January 3rd 2014
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This is basically a practice run in using this blog site. I've had the dream of going to Africa since the mid 80s. I studied African anthropology at the University of London's School of Oriental and African Studies and went to talks given by a member of the ANC. It was the time of apartheid, and we Australians were suitably horrified, without necessarily looking at what we were doing in our own country, a form of informal apartheid. I started reading everything I could find about Africa- travel books, histories, books about South African and African politics. We went out dancing to all hours in African clubs around London. Oh the music! It's been my favourite ever since. Hundreds of African dance workshops later, my torso refuses to act like it has that extra hinge.
My lovely English ex-partner started calling me Kimba…and would quite regularly (and at very odd moments) break out into the theme song for "Kimba the White Lion" or suddenly say (in the Kimba voice) "Why can't you animals just be nice to each other, and look after the jungle". It certainly made me take a break from ranting about some injustice or other, and gave me a big smile.
So it's time to resurrect my "inner Kimba"- not that he was ever very far under the surface.
I found out after I'd booked my two weeks volunteering for Kevin Richardson's wildlife reserve that the area is called "The Kingdom of the White Lion". And so it begins!
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