When I saw this place from a distance, i was immediately intrigued, i felt as i was visiting something in my dreams and that it could not be a reality. Huge baobabs jutting out of Granite boulders, almost like a giants playground, and for miles you can see end to the horizon, just the white salt flats in the distance, this would have been a sacred place for the Bushman, a place of refuge after a hunt or just to stay a while before striking out into the interior of the Makgadikgadi, it’s a haven for parrots and birds of all types.
As sunset beckons, I sit on a rock and silently watch as the colours change in front of me, the once harsh sun is now a gentle caress over the sea of emptiness in front of me with baobabs silhouetted a fiery glow of reds and orange hues.
It’s dark now, and I start seeing Venus first and then later the milky way shows itself shyly to me at first, but then after a while it shows itself in its full glory.
I crane my neck to see the end that has no end, the sky that is within a sky, as if God is winking at me.
The far off call of a jackal and it’s time to find my bedroll and fall asleep under the watchful eye of the moon.
The lunar, untouched landscape of this outcrop of ancient granite rocks is intriguing.
The wild land stretches to infinity, the baobabs that look like thousands of roots ascending to the sky are like hundreds of old wise men all together that gave me this vibrant energy.
Kubu today is a sacred place to the Khoe people that still follow the tradition of going to the island to make offerings and worship their God.
Kubu is the Setswana word for “hippopotamus”, that show that the island was home of these giant mammals before drying up, and the presence of stone tools show evidence of human life dating back to one million years ago.
I loved every time I went to Kubu, to walk across the rocks,and to sit on an ancient rock looking at the vast plains of the Makgadikgadi surrounding it, admiring the infinite white horizon and lose myself in it.