? Snow in South Africa

[zqwerty]

From September of this year, it's fairly unusual but not unknown

https://old.reddit.com/r/NatureIsFucking...th_africa/

[Lilith7]

Must be a tad difficult for most animals - although tracking would be easier until the snow melts.

[zqwerty]

I come from Central Africa, Ndola in Zambia, 1952 to 1973, and this was our pride and joy, Lake Kariba, I remember Operation Noah from when I was a child and the huge power supplies that were going to power Zambia and Zimbabwe into the future but Global Warming has taken that away.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Noah_(Kariba)

‘Levels are dropping’: drought saps Zambia and Zimbabwe of hydropower

https://www.theguardian.com/global-devel...hydropower

I've been driven across the dam wall so many times as a child, which is how you cross from Zambia to Zimbabwe or vice versa, it's really impressive but now the rains have reduced so much that the water levels are really low. Tiger fish are a famous fighting fish to catch in the lake.

https://www.google.com/search?client=fir...=877&dpr=1

[Lilith7]

I come from Central Africa, Ndola in Zambia, 1952 to 1973, and this was our pride and joy, Lake Kariba, I remember Operation Noah from when I was a child and the huge power supplies that were going to power Zambia and Zimbabwe into the future but Global Warming has taken that away.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Noah_(Kariba)

‘Levels are dropping’: drought saps Zambia and Zimbabwe of hydropower

https://www.theguardian.com/global-devel...hydropower

I've been driven across the dam wall so many times as a child, which is how you cross from Zambia to Zimbabwe or vice versa, it's really impressive but now the rains have reduced so much that the water levels are really low.  Tiger fish are a famous fighting fish to catch in the lake.

https://www.google.com/search?client=fir...=877&dpr=1

Its not looking good here; perhaps solar power might help the electricity problem but they'd still suffer the lack of water.

[zqwerty]

HOMELANDS.. A Poem By Michele Frost

Within my soul, within my mind,
There lies a place I cannot find.
Home of my heart. Land of my birth......
Smoke-coloured stone and flame-coloured earth.
Electric skies. Shivering heat,
Blood-red clay beneath my feet.

At night when finally alone,
I close my eyes - and I am home.....
I kneel and touch the blood-warm sand
And feel the pulse beneath my hand
Of an ancient life too old to name,
In an ancient land too wild to tame.

How can I show you what I feel?
How can I make this essence real?
I search for words in dumb frustration
To try and form some explanation,
But how can heart and soul be caught
In one-dimensional written thought?

If love and longing is a fire
And man consumed by his desire,
Then this love is no simple flame
That mortal thought can hold or tame.
As deep within the earth's own core
The love of home burns evermore.

But what is Home? I hear them say.....
This never was yours anyway.
You have no birthright to this place,
Descendant from another race.
An immigrant? A pioneer?
You are no longer welcome here.

Whoever said that love made sense?
"I love" is an imperfect tense.
To love in vain has been man's fate,
From history to present date.
I have no grounds for dispensation,
I know I have no home or nation.

For just one moment in the night
I am complete, my soul takes flight.
For just one moment....then it's gone
And I am once again undone.
Never complete. Never whole.
White Skin and an African soul.....

[Lilith7]

HOMELANDS.. A Poem By Michele Frost

Within my soul, within my mind,
There lies a place I cannot find.
Home of my heart. Land of my birth......
Smoke-coloured stone and flame-coloured earth.
Electric skies. Shivering heat,
Blood-red clay beneath my feet.

At night when finally alone,
I close my eyes - and I am home.....
I kneel and touch the blood-warm sand
And feel the pulse beneath my hand
Of an ancient life too old to name,
In an ancient land too wild to tame.

How can I show you what I feel?
How can I make this essence real?
I search for words in dumb frustration
To try and form some explanation,
But how can heart and soul be caught
In one-dimensional written thought?

If love and longing is a fire
And man consumed by his desire,
Then this love is no simple flame
That mortal thought can hold or tame.
As deep within the earth's own core
The love of home burns evermore.

But what is Home? I hear them say.....
This never was yours anyway.
You have no birthright to this place,
Descendant from another race.
An immigrant? A pioneer?
You are no longer welcome here.

Whoever said that love made sense?
"I love" is an imperfect tense.
To love in vain has been man's fate,
From history to present date.
I have no grounds for dispensation,
I know I have no home or nation.

For just one moment in the night
I am complete, my soul takes flight.
For just one moment....then it's gone
And I am once again undone.
Never complete. Never whole.
White Skin and an African soul.....

Something in my eye...we're strange creatures, we humans.