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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The Hunger & The Iris.

I wonder what God makes of the iris, the part of the human eye that controls how much light and information we perceive and process. It seems to me that the entire world enters our existence through this small part of our eye. What a pressure it must be under.

For instance, my dark brown iris would like to see more of the world; road after road; landscape after landscape; not one step after the other; more like everything at once.

Maybe God is a little more tempered or He would just go for it. Yet He never sends you until you’re ready. And He doesn’t send you everywhere at once. Conundrum.

How to be #SansSouci, which means “worry free”.

This year I spent my birthday taking a long walk through the gardens of Sans Souci, a beautiful baroque palace in Potsdam, near Berlin. It was what I wanted: a day out of the maddening city, a new place that I could experience at leisure, and a little bit of solitude to find my thoughts.

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#Mandatories.

Endless travels north and south, east and west, to see everything that has been created for myself. Holidaying on the beach at leisure to look at the sky, take in the sun, and wear a different bathing suit every single day. A library, home to all the books and mysteries out there, to spend countless days in and decipher all the questions in the world. A bit of writing talent to communicate meaning through only a few words. Work that creates change all around. Other people’s company – completely optional.