Whilst going through my mother’s stuff, I came across this poem. There is no signature, no handwriting, so I do not know who wrote it. There was no hit on the internet either. However, it was so apt and fitting to explain why my mother loved the Kalahari so much, that I read it out at the service. It was as if Mum was telling the world, herself, why she loved the magical world of the Kalahari Desert. We are also following a lead to find out who Mariana and Llewellyn are/were . Anyway, enjoy because this is sooo ‘Prof’.