<\/a><\/p>\n I guess everyone reaches a point in life when they know what\u2019s coming next. What your friends say, you\u2019ve heard it before they\u2019ve spoken. The promise of the coming day is not much more than a glimmer, a reflection of what came the day before.<\/p>\n You know the stones in your streets, the way the clouds bluster across your horizon, the way your girl smiles when she\u2019s happy. None of this cosy comfort is wrong, its re-assuring that everything is in its place and as it should be. We put so much effort into\u00a0everything being the way we\u00a0want\u00a0it to be,\u00a0to\u00a0maximising the possibility of happy moments fleeting through our lives, and like a wolf in its lair, we anxietise about everything being well tied down (as Franco said), that bills are paid, dishes washed, friends and family put at ease, arguments reconciled. And yet, what is missing gnaws at you and me like a mouse at a cupboard door. When was the last time you closed your eyes and wondered \u201cI wonder what\u00a0tomorrow will bring?\u201d and were not afraid that you didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n All of this runs contrary to our Neanderthal instincts. Our ancestors rose with the sun, much as most of\u00a0Africa\u00a0still does, and tended their fields till they were barren. Then they moved on to fresh pastures. This forms of intelligence is no different from that of wild animals. What is different is our capacity to re-invent ourselves, furnish our caves with IKEA, lay down wall\u00a0to\u00a0wall reassurance, fill our days with the minutiae of unnecessary luxuries. Again, none of this is wrong, if we hadn\u2019t moved on we\u2019d still be squabbling over tree fruits with the chimpanzees. Yet, foolishly, we are driven by an urge that somehow the accumulation of knick-knacks, cosseting of family and friends, will make our lives complete. It is our inability\u00a0to\u00a0realise that life can never be complete that feeds our frustrations and drives our material desires.<\/p>\n What\u2019s really missing here? I\u2019d venture to say, simplicity. We\u2019ve lost our sense of wonder at everyday sunsets, a filling and tasty meal, the pure value in silence. And when we are surrounded by Northern-hemisphere cynicism, it muffles us, makes us indifferent to those things that are trying\u00a0to\u00a0speak\u00a0to\u00a0our soul. I\u00a0want\u00a0to\u00a0think simply.<\/p>\n Which is why, naively perhaps, I\u00a0want\u00a0to\u00a0go\u00a0to\u00a0Africa, packing the smallest preconceptions and expectations and the greatest hope for wonderment and fulfillment.<\/p>\n