I love the leisurely strolls on the beaches of Lake Malawi, the Lake of Stars. The spectacular, beautiful sunrises, endless clear blue water and scenes of fishermen out in the deep. The sounds of lapping waves and calls of the fish eagles. The cool south-westerly breezes and the smell.
But the beach also reveals the cruelty of death.
Death on the beach!
This crab met a pointed end
A dead fish washed up with shells and leaves
One animal’s misfortune is another one’s source of life
Crushed to death
Cichlids left on the beach
A lone crab claw on the sandy shore
A canoe left to rot
A sandy grave
Beached and broken
A crab’s watery grave
