Under New Skies

Four months ago, on a pleasant day, I walked out of the tiny plane and walked the tarmac of Maseru's King Moshoeshoe Airport. I looked up. Brilliant blue skies with sunlight pouring down and filling up the vast open spaces. A few huge blobs of white resting against the blue, like elephants in impassive siesta. But, ah that sunlight! It was undeterred!

The skies over Africa continue to fascinate me. In my travels to Johannesburg and Pretoria and Kruger and Clarens (not to mention the aborted visit to Durban, given up at the railway crossing near Winterton after a car rammed mine from the rear!)

To revert to the blue skies and my first day. The picture here is not taken that day; I clicked it a few days later I visited Ladybrand, a quaint little town in South Africa. As we sat awaiting delicious pizzas in Little Italy, the skies caught my attention.

As they do every day.


I am leading a new life under these blue African skies, a life that is riding a rhythm different from any I had so far in 51 years of my life. I seem to have got off the roller-coaster and am getting a view. I am looking at Time with new eyes.

This blog is about the slice of my life at Lesotho.