As the rain poured down and the rock band sought shelter, little did I know that this moment would mark the beginning of a profound transformation. The festival, Splashy-Fen, initially appeared as just another event to attend, a temporary escape from the complexities of life. However, it turned out to be much more—a catalyst for a reawakening of my true self.
The journey to Splashy-Fen was not just a physical one; it was a journey into the depths of my soul. Leaving behind the hustle and bustle of Johannesburg, the open road beckoned with the promise of adventure. The familiar tunes of classic rock filled the car, setting the stage for what was to come. As the city faded into the distance, a sense of freedom washed over me, and I knew I was heading in the right direction.
Arriving at the festival, I found myself alone amidst a sea of happy faces and cheerful chatter. At first, I retreated into my caravan, observing from a distance. But fate had other plans. A father and son seeking shelter from the storm crossed my path, and our chance encounter would change everything.
As we shared our stories, I realized the power of my enablement of human connections. Despite our differences, we found common ground, and in that moment, I saw a reflection of myself in them. It was a reminder that we are all on this journey called life, navigating its twists and turns as best we can.
The real turning point came when the rock band arrived. Offering them shelter from the storm, little did I know that this act of kindness would lead to a night of rock ‘n’ roll revelry unlike any other. As we sat around, sharing stories and laughs, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn’t felt in a long time. The band even went so far as to offer me the role of their manager—a tempting offer, but one that I ultimately declined.
In the hazy glow of the festival lights, I realized something profound: I had the power to inspire, uplift, and enable others to reach their full potential. It was a realization that had been simmering beneath the surface for some time, but it took the magic of Splashy-Fen to bring it to the forefront.
As the festival continued unabated, I made my way back home early, and I knew that I was not the same person who had arrived just a few days earlier. I had shed the layers of doubt and uncertainty that had held me back, embracing instead the rock ‘n’ roll spirit that had always been a part of me.
Henk Nel, the Lizzardking, is not just a name; it’s a persona—a beacon of hope and inspiration for those who dare to dream. My journey at Splashy-Fen may have come to an end, but the adventure of self-discovery continues, fueled by the music that echoes in my soul and the rock ‘n’ roll spirit that drives me forward.
Amor Fati
