These are probably the last photos where you can see Rafiki and me camping in our favourite place in the world: the bush of Africa.
I knew this day would come. I know there is always an end -or even just a pause. Another ‘chapter’. I know we humans, like to classify, categorize, organize…life. And we call these chapters: stages of life.
Today, I’ve got the firm motivation to put a serious mess into those stages, to break these circles, to ignore these frames of references more and more, and to live with a scary inconsistency.
I don’t mind the shape of the solo expedition, I don’t mind if it doesn’t make sense, or if it puts me in trouble, with gigantic doubts. I don’t mind if the chapters are messy or not coherent, because my heart is, always.
Africa will always be the place which set me free. Free from bullshit, free from stress, free from superficiality, free from illusions, free from lies, and free from fears.
Africa has spread magic and confidence all over my body, mind, and soul.
Africa is not in my blood but in my heart, forever.
And if I decided to leave Africa, it’s to come back stronger, and maybe forever…who knows?
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