A Magical Chess Tournament

Umhlabuyalingana, known for its mystic roots and powerful magic, welcomes visitors seeking guidance in money matters, love, and ancestral affairs. Just across from the Hlulabantu Chess Club, a prominent road sign marks the entrance to this enchanting place, often capturing the attention of passersby who stop for a quick photo to share on social media.…

A Chess Garden is Born

I wrote about Lucky and his Hlulabantu Chess Club and posted it on my blog, and Craig Mitchell kindly published it in his Khakibush Magazine. After the publicity, some friends passed by and left money with Lucky. Lucky asked the children what they wanted to do with it. Unanimously, they all said they should play…

My Impossible Project: The Beginnings

Edwin Land, the founder of Polaroid and the inventor of the world’s first instant camera and film, once said, “Don’t undertake a project unless it’s manifestly important and nearly impossible.” The Impossible Project is just that! Photography teaches good philosophy if you are aware of what is happening in your life: try taking pictures with…

My Travels: A Mountain Goat on a Boat

For those of you who do not know me in motion, I suffer severely from motion sickness. It is so serious that if I do not take medication I almost die. On my honeymoon in Kenya twenty one years ago I ran out of medication for the flight from Nairobi through the Rift valley at…

Sugarman and Serendipity

On Friday I had lunch with a friend who collects cameras. He has just had a video released about his passion.  “The Collector.” You should watch it. He closes by saying “if I die it doesn’t matter, I did something that I love.” So did Rodriguez, I thought. My friend asked what I was doing…

My Travels: A visit to a Masai Village – Part 2

The village is poor beyond the comprehension of someone from places they call developed. The village children wore western clothes, shorts and shirts, dirty and faded. The woman wore bright blankets, barefoot with dream catcher ear rings. The higher the status of the woman, the more fancy was the dream catcher hanging from her ear.…

My Travels: Crossing the Rivers – Part 3

A crossing is a photographers dream. There is complete chaos with an overriding goal to make the crossing. This was the fourth crossing I had witnessed in the Masai Mara in five days. I was truly privileged. The first was before lunch under the trees at Rekero Camp on the Talek River. We were having…

My Travels: Crossing the Rivers – Part 2

At that Marius jumped out of our Landcruiser and spoke fast. “Mr Shah, hello, I’m Marius Coetzee. I’m a huge fan of your work. It’s an honour to meet you. I would be honoured to shake your hand.” The Guru looked humble and stunned. “You know who I am?” “Yes, yes. I have been inspired…

My Travels: Crossing the Rivers – Part 1

“Onesmus, can you call for lunch? Ask them if the Memsahib wants to come with the driver.” “Ndio.” “What do you think, O? The wildebeest are coming down to the river on our side. Should we wait here, or move further downstream.  There’s big pressure there with lots of zebra. The pressure should force a…

My Travels: Feeling Two Million Wildebeest

Ever since I could remember I wanted to see the wildebeest migration from the Serengeti to the Masai Mara. From the endless plains to the lone spotted trees on the Kenyan side, for that is what each name means respectively.  If Africa could be afforded a single place for its heart, then surely the aorta…