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Written in the stars
By Marinda Stuiver - RSA
Approximately a week ago I mailed a friend describing the coming Easter weekend as follows: "I am leaving tomorrow for the bush with 8 men on a hunting trip (don't ask questions, hee,hee)." Whenever I go on these weekends with my "boys" as I call them, they treat me as one of them, which is great. I also get a lot of inside information about a lot of things. Despite what Alan Learner once said, "Why can't a woman be more like a man?" after all we are not much different. We just treat each other differently, and I actually cannot see why.
They are all actually big macho guys with hearts of gold, and I consider myself very privileged to be part of their lives and share the beauty of nature and rare moments in the Bushveld with them. I never get tired of our African skies at night, and mingled with the nocturnal calls of the wild, I always have a real sense of wonder and freedom. One of the boys once gave me a Star, and when I sit at home alone after a hard day's work, I can gaze at the sky and My Star, (although not as clear and beautiful as in the bush), and I am reminded of what my purpose in life really is. This always helps me gain perspective, as I believe there is a true place for all of us, and many of us just don't often find it. This is most especially true when times are hard and days are 20 working hours long. It also serves as a reminder that we should care and do more for each other, and, so prompts the initial thoughts for projects like Orphans for Wildlife.
As I grew up on a Bushveld farm, it has been in many ways the reawakening of my childhood. Although those glorious carefree days have never been forgotten, I am now able to relive those happy memories in a new chapter of my life.
"And now to my hunter's tale:
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