Andre van Rooyen

FEVER DREAMS: Malarial Memories

On the other side of the piazza a group of musicians play a melancholy melody, very similar to the trumpeting of the hornbills amongst the fever trees down by the river near my camp. I love these scenes; whether in Africa or Europe, they’re busy with excitement yet tranquil in their own way. I can’t help but smile at the thought of one of these cute, plump angels frolicking in the waterhole at Hwange’s Nyamandlovu Platform. The kingfishers and darters would look so out of place perching on their plump shoulders! But I don’t think it would be motivation enough for visitors to toss coins into the water. Besides, it would take a long time to find all the coins in the mud, especially after the elephants and buffalo have frolicked in the cool, black sludge…