Listening to Waka Waka by Shakira—written for the World Cup to commemorate the rise of Africa, the triumph of the individual as a part of a community. Its about overcoming the past and rising to a new future.
We're going to a game park, so I'm listening to all of my Africa songs, from Africa by Toto to the Circle of Life.
I like driving—it's one of my two great releases. The other is reading (I am still infected with a severe case of OCBB—obsessive compulsive book buying. I plunked down more than I've ever paid for two thick tombs on modern South Africa this morning, and it energized me to start reading them).
When I drive I feel the rush of the ground passing by silently beneath me, the flow of the wind in my hair, brushing over my hands and past my face. I downshift and the rumble of power surges through the engine, climbing mountains, sailing over bridges and running through the forest.
It's a good life.
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