I have two sons, Nikki and Jesse. They have both gone to places far away. They have left the soil that they used to walk on, gone from my African way. I page through my photo album of life and still hear Nikki shouting above the water’s fall. So I asked him to write some lines for this image: —- “I got these lumo orange shorts in Camden Market ok UK, lemme get kick started — off the bench like Shaun Bartlett* spinning you a sonnet about this waterfall uncharted. Went astray to this place called Faraway Bay. No time for cliché, I shouted, Aboriginal spirits touted off the rocks rebounding in my soul aligning, my mind dancing, giving respect to the ancestral trance thing. My – my in that sun kissed spray nature came rushing in as a rainbow — far away from the fannie mae and gamma ray — the indigenous spirits spoke to me through my veins that day and said, “We are all visitors to this time, this place, just passing through to watch, to learn, to grow, to love ….” And so I spread my arms wide open and listened to the outlaw Jandamarra whisper, “You may as well be here we are as where we are.”
* South African soccer player.