Thula Thula

Arriving early onto this ancient land,
You are overwhelmed by life’s embrace.
Now totally in nature’s hand,
You realise this is your heart’s place.

“Thula Thula,” speaks the king’s ghost.
“My name is Shaka Zulu, I’ll be your host.
Stay here in peace and tranquility,
And feed from nature’s fertility.”

Once the Zulu royal hunting grounds,
Now a conservation reserve.
Plenty of wildlife still to be found
And animals getting what they deserve.

The days are beautiful and bright.
In the shade of the trees you rest.
With wildlife always in sight,
This is Africa at its best.

Experience the eerie Tokoloshe road,
Next to the Enseleni river sands.
Spooky sounds of frogs and toads,
All part of this mystic, magical land.

Wild elephants that were saved,
Stroll over Johnny’s Hill in the twilight.
Bushbabies start to misbehave,
As the campfire starts to ignite.

The evening brings soothing sounds,
As you feast in the candle lit boma.
All the stars in heaven astounds,
As you discover life’s true aroma.
thula


Written by Louis van Niekerk on 14/08/2010


 

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