The Mighty Zambezi

There is a place on this earth unlike any other. It is a place where the lands are governed by the animals and the waters are ruled by the crocodile. In this land everything is pure and untouched, nature in its truest and most original form. This place stirs an awakening in my innermost being, a connection to the landscape, the flora and fauna beat with the freedom of nature, and I beat along with them. Mosi-oa-Tunya, The Smoke that thunders. The very mention of that name makes my heart beat with a pride that I am unable to express, a pride for my country, for my landscape, for my home. The river is the centre of this landscape, the heartbeat of life to this country. The greasy green river starts its course in the highlands of Northern Zambia and flows South East to its estuary in the Indian Ocean. It's mood is constantly changing, torrent and revengful to peace and tranquil, it flows with such might and power, and cascades down one of the Seven Wonders of the World, Mosi-oa-Tunya The Victoria Falls, which is where my heart belongs. Millions of litres of water terrifyingly majestic cascade down the gorge which constantly changes the landscape around, evolving and changing and remoulding the earth to illustrate that nature is in control, humans bend around the flow of the river, the river is in charge, changing flowing stronger, more forceful, gentle and calmly to capture my heart and soul and mould me into the landscape where I feel a peace few other places on earth can instill in me, Mosi-oa-Tunya, The Smoke That Thunders.