Sunsets in Botswana.

Dusk. My favorite time of the day. Dawn too actually but unless I’m up at that hour to got to set or a photoshoot I usually just catch the other magic hour, later on the day.

African sunsets are my favorite, especially the ones in Botswana. Something about the bronzing in the light blue sky as a backdrop of the savannah is really special. And if you happen to capture that moment in the farmland or village then you’ve really hit nature’s jackpot. No obstructive skyscrapers. No imposing bridges. No gaunt steel and concrete constructs or architectural structures enticing the tourists, tricking them with their man-made ‘beauty’. It’s just the earth as is without any human fuss. It’s untouched. It’s rare.

I love sunsets in Botswana. The sound of the crickets coming to life and colors of the clear skies melting together. The aka ‘magic hour’ is truly appreciated when you witness our dusks. That’s when I’m reminded of God’s delicate and intricate work. I’m reminded of how I pale in comparison. That humble reminder is necessary for me.

If you can, park yourself on the veranda, cradle a hot mug of Rooibos tea (or “bush” tea as we affectionately call it) and take in the sun as it meets the horizon.

Author Bio: Kele Mogotsi is the founder of Nude Coat, a personal style jewelry and accessories blog for women who love minimal aesthetics in neutral tones. As a globetrotter, she shares personal stories and anecdotes in her jewelry from around the world. She believes when it comes to fashion and accessories, less is more and shows that any and every woman can embody simple, sexy and sophistication in their style.

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Change = New +/- Old.

Change requires throwing out the old and adopting the new, a perpetuating equation that holds water for all the processes categorised as transformations – stages in the development of the world, in the development of a product, and that of a human being. I had a blog several years ago, which I began in 2007 and used when studying in France. That was a period when I needed to document all the sensations and experiences around me and, indeed, the majority of my posts were dated January – June 2008.

Coming back home equated with a loss of inspiration and ambition to write and, six or nine months after my return, I killed the blog. In a way, it did not represent me anymore and I did not want it to be online. It was a testimony of what I had lived and did not live any longer, so I effaced all the contents, all the posts, the blog itself. I pondered on whether or not I should save some posts or transfer them to a new platform, but at the time all I wanted was to do away with it.

Now I have sort of rediscovered the taste for writing and, I have to admit, I miss some of the posts on the old platform. Some of them went beyond my post-France state and they did not deserve to be deleted.

Some food for thought, therefore: change, but keep some of the old, irrespective of the process that undergoes the transformation. Binning everything and always starting from scratch is not as sexy as I thought it was.