Late one summer's evening in Zululand, an ostrich shepherd found me bewildered and singing to a large, dancing baobab tree south-west of uThungulu. Some believe the grooves and rhythmic pulse of a thunderous night's sky many moons ago, led me, a 'Mowgli' type figure, on an adventure exploring the sounds of life, often bonding with mighty beasts on African plains along the way.
Freshly squeezed jungle oats are stewing and will be available shortly.