I absolutely LOVE elephants. The real ones, but also any kinds of figurines of these magnificent beasts. On our first wedding anniversary, Master T gifted me a Swarovski baby elephant, and several months later we also bought the mom. This was the start of my Swarovski collection, which only includes animals I feel some kind of connection for.
But, those are not the only elephant figurines I have. I have a couple of ceramic figurines in the window sill, and added to those are a small elephant that was once on a key ring, and a glass version a friend gave me. In our hallway there are five elephants varying in height from 7 to 15 centimeters, some made of wood, one in Delftware and even Dumbo, which was bought at a Disney story.
And then there’s the big wooden elephant right next to my desk – about 40 centimetres in height.
Over the hills, a song that always makes me cry
I don’t know how many of you know BZN, which is a Dutch band that stopped in 2007, but they had international success before then. I knew most of their music back when I still lived in South Africa.
One of their songs – Over the hills – always makes me cry. It’s about the killing of elephants, something that was and probably still is a problem in Africa, with trophy hunters going there and love having their pictures taken standing next to the animal they have killed (don’t even get me started on this).
Through the ages: upon the land,
where he belongs to: the elephant,
slowly swaggering: a giant view,
the pride of nature, inviolate and pure.
Blood and slaughter. A staggering blow,
they use machine guns, to kill jumbo,
millions of them, already have died,
there is no mercy, my god, they have no right.
Over the hills, down in Africa,
in the shades of green, the silence of the past,
a memory’s alive, down in Africa,
hear the roll of drums, that guide the caravans,
but here in this land, beneath the purple sky,
down the barrel of a gun, they see the elephants die,
it makes me cry.
Why am I telling you about elephants?
It must seem strange indeed, sharing the above with you, but I have a reason for it. You see, when Sweet said she was making all of her friends a toy animal of their choice, and she asked me what I wanted, without hesitation I said… and elephant. My love for elephants instantly surfaced, and it was only later that I feared an elephant might just be too difficult to make.
But not for the incredibly talented Sweet. When I unpacked the beautiful gift, I was in awe of the beauty of this stuffed animal, and her craftsmanship. The head moves. The arms and the legs moves. Beautiful eyelashes gave the face a feminine look and instantly made me call her ‘she’. Her ears are beautiful and big, and she has the most lovely blush on her cheeks. She’s been on my desk from the day I got her, except for a photo shoot or two!
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