Social media has just redefined the word “blesser”. It evolved from a picture, seemingly taken from a very elegant lodge, of a pretty young woman lying lazily under an oversized white gown on a huge cosy bed covered with white sheets. The pretty lady with a charming smile posted a picture with a caption declaring, “I’m blessed”. Evidently, her “blessings” was just that moment of being there, surrounded by alluring elegance. Social media wanted to know the provider of such “blessings” and that is how the faceless men who spoil their pretty young women at exotic destinations became known as “blessers”.
I thought of that blessed woman when our small airplane from Maun Airport approached Abu Air Strip in the Okavango Delta. When I saw the great plains showing the first arrival of the waters that poured down on me during my stay in the Angolan highlands in February, and the breathtaking view of the endless plains dotted with picturesque islands with palms trees, I knew I was blessed. It is only when you are surrounded by things that make your heart sing in happiness that you think of “blessings”. I felt the wilderness opening up its heart to welcome me and I related to the pretty blessed woman in the huge cosy bed.
