
Ancient Zambezi
On the Antiquity of the Zambezi River, its Rifts, and its Wilderness


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The Zambezi is, and has always been a special place for me. I cannot conjure adequate superlatives to describe it, or the influence this mighty river has had throughout my life. For over 26 years of publishing this magazine, I have tried, but just when I think I have captured her essence... her mystique, it changes. Ever enchanted by the river and valley, I have sat often on her banks and marveled at the reverence I feel, a sense of ancientness which transcends mere logic. It is a feeling...
As a child growing up in Zambia, my Dad was a bush pilot flying for a road construction company. At age seven, I spent more time in an aeroplane than I ever did in a car. A model aircraft enthusiast too, he would often load the models into his Cessna 206, a flask of tea and picnic lunch, and off we would fly to some nearby airfield to fly models for the day with other enthusiasts. No doubt, this is where my own passion for flying originated, and where the seed which saw me flying myself around Africa 20 odd years later, was planted.
But, his flying planted another seed too, one which I would not fully realise till much later. Working for the road-builders in north-western Zambia (I think the road to Mongu at the edge of the Barotse flood plain), his flying trips would often take him away for a week or so at a time, leaving us to pretty much fend for ourselves. I thought his work incredibly important, though on reflection think he reveled in his flying, the wilderness and the solitude the Zambezi brought.
As an amateur photographer, his camera went everywhere with him, and through the early seventies, slide film was all the rage. He owned a projector too, and often on his return, the family were treated to a slide show of his adventures. Pictures of his 206 sitting on a golf course somewhere in Zambia while he sat at the clubhouse drinking tea (he buzzed them before landing, and the staff knew him well), or aerial images of the great Kuomboka (when the Lozi royals ceremoniously move to high ground during the flood) long before it became a tourist attraction, and of course those mystical sunsets taken from the banks of the Zambezi. As children, we sat transfixed as larger-than-life images flicked on and off the lounge wall, the beamed light catching minute particles of dust hanging in the air to sparkle like stars before our eyes. Particularly, I remember a soft warm glow as those Zambezi images painted the walls.
Sadly, my Dad was never much of a fisherman, though I do remember family holidays where he furnished me with a cheap toy-store rod, and I caught fish. He would sit on the bank and offer advice, but like eating sadza with his hands (a weekly treat for us kids) or small talk, he never participated. I feel sure that if I had been able to share with him the Zambezi’s fishing secrets; taken him on a drift through the Barotse he loved photographing so much, or put him into slab-like Nembwe in the fast water just above Victoria Falls, a real passion would have developed.
Years later, referencing his flying log book, and pursuing my passion for fishing the Zambezi, I flew myself over the areas he flew, landing on remote strips he had recorded in his log book, and witnessing those Barotse scenes with my own eyes. The flying took me to ever more remote places on the river - some I am sure I might never have seen otherwise - and little by little I realised that my passions for flying, fishing and the Zambezi originated from those ethereal images of a mighty river projected onto a wall so long ago.
I know I am not alone in my love of the Zambezi and significantly, in our last printed issue, we carried an article (reproduced here), based in science, which though very in-depth, is testament to just how significant and special the Zambezi is. Our mighty river is now thought to be the oldest river on this planet. Estimated to have existed for over 280 million years, she was once the continent’s - and in fact the world’s - super-river, unmatched by anything else probably before, or since. Imagine! An ancient wilderness where prehistoric creatures roamed and hunted, and where for millennia time seemed to stand still.
Editors Comment
By Ant Williams

