Of storytelling and daydreams
“My wilderness stories do not come from me. They have been told by rivers and streams, by the lonely buffalo and the woodland dove, by fluttering butterflies and singing frogs and the slow creeping chameleon, by fragile flowers blooming in a decaying stump in the heart of the wilderness. These elements have birthed me, and I am one with them. I breathe the same air as the lion roaring for the moonrise, as the dung beetle foraging underfoot.”
From the book “Black Lion” by Sicelo Mbatha with Bridget Pitt
