A visit to Africa may result in your becoming afflicted with a malady for which there is no known cure . . .
The condition has afflicted many people over the centuries. Some of them were great explorers, others great physicians. Way back in ancient times it had already been identified and given a name, “malum africanum”, by the Latins, today known as “Mal d’Afrique” by the French.
There is no escape: no known remedy. They can now join those born with the condition in Africa and help fashion its image in a culture that aims at a fullness of human dimensions, good to serve as a global one.
The symptoms are extraordinary. The scope of our vision changes and you become preoccupied with distance, far horizons. At the same time you notice small things, subtleties that previously seemed irrelevant - shades of colours more noticeable than the colours themselves.
Your hearing intensifies; mechanical noises offend you as never before. You detect melodies in the trickle of a stream, hear voices in the rustling of leaves. The things you do in life become less important than the things you see, feel, and can touch.
And then the smell ! The smell of life in the first rain falling on and fertilising the arid soil and making it bloom with green grass and life-sustaining crops.
In the African bush, far away from surroundings you are accustomed to, you feel as though you have come home. Some say your spirit recognises the birthplace of its origin, others say you feel an overwhelming presence of the Creator in the scope of communal life.
In this country which abounds with nature, we have the most wonderful story to tell and yet we don’t tell it. God is exposed in this land. It is as though God mixed the ingredients of the earth here.
The San people with their symbolic paintings realised that and left us a message. But few of us understand it. There is something that can only be described in mystical terms.
This something is the mystique of Africa and the malady to which you have succumbed - mal d’Afrique, a grace given only to those who have accepted to be truly human by living their lives in that African way.
-Noel de Villiers in African Panorama
June 13th 2008
Beautifull Kenya and the more I go there the more I get addicted going there. Turkana, remoted and beautifull! March 2008 we went again to Turkana. Now to the eastside (we already visited the West several times). Quite different this side of the Lake. No transport at all. Only some big trucks who take people with them. We also did pick up many people for a lift. If you come to the Lake, all acros the desertplace and see the Jade-green water: it's great. We stayed for some days (and nigths) with the people of El Molo (the smallest tribe in Kenya) and had a wonderfull time. The people are very poor but what a joy and the children seem soo happy. No drinkingwater (they just drink out of the salty lake) and the food is ... read more