They are not trying hard to protect their tradition they just truly believe that is the right way of living for them. This simple scientific fact and their humble attitude toward life touched me deeply. This is where everything started for all of us. Which means, all modern humans are a descendant of these people. Bushmen (also known as San tribe) are one of fourteen known extant ancestral population clusters. ‘We all came from here.’ The thought struck me. Turns out, Bushmen are great hunters, craftsmen, and storytellers. The night continues with their marriage story. Under the bright southern Milky Way, the whole Bushmen family shared their part of the world with us strangers.
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When we were resting our full stomach after the ‘Bushmen fondue’ with Oryx meat, we had a surprise visit from even bigger Bushmen tribe. They were not trained models, but the energy from their eyes was more powerful than ever.īeautiful Bushmen girl and her baby Building a fire Bushmen elder Young mother and her babies They looked straight into the lens, with 100% innocent eyes. They had such a genuine facial expressions.
A young girl dragged me into her group to let me take photos her family. We couldn’t communicate much (but many of them can speak fluent English), but they were enjoying our little group’s curiosity. Happiness is state of mind, I’ve realized it again.
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They came back because this is their home, and they are free here. He said they would all die if they didn’t. I asked Master Kutu if he likes living in the desert (what a stupid question). Nonetheless, they were the happiest people I’ve ever met in a long time. In our standard, they are not doing well. The San people literally have to find something to eat from the ground, fight with live animals to survive, and live in the twig-weaved hut. We all enjoyed seeing the very much alive act, but hard to imagine they are hunting in real life only with hand made bow and arrows, animals much bigger than all of us. He demonstrated how the small animals got caught in their traps, and also showed us the real act of hunting. Master Kutu and his son Master Kutu explaining the rock painting They build a fire with two wood sticks and bird’s nest It’s important to be a good hunter because it feeds the whole tribe, and good hunters get pretty wives. We learned that this way of living has been continued for a long time by looking at the several thousand years old rock paintings of animals and hunters. They build a fire using two wood sticks and bird’s nest. They can make quivers and arrows with tree roots, and make a concoction of poison to put on the neck of arrows. Bushmen use trees as medicine, build small traps for small animals and go hunting for bigger animals like springboks and elands. The land looks dry and pretty much lifeless to me, but there were plenty of lives in between rocks, sands, and thorn bushes. They were giving us a tour of their home. It was a memorable experience that I didn’t expect. We hiked around the boulder field for a couple of hours, and he passed along some of the wisdom. Then we went on a walk with Master Kutu, his son, and a young man who spoke fluent English. He burst into laughter when he saw his face on my camera The genuine laughter from an old man who probably didn’t know what he looked like until looked at the camera LCD screen made me quite happy. I spent some time with a few elders and ladies.
Some indigenous tribes are sensitive at cameras, and I wasn’t sure where they stand on the issue. I asked a few people if I could take photos of them. Their clothes, that were protecting only necessary areas, were made with animal skin. Women were wearing a few of ostrich egg jewelry, some were with babies. We were almost invisible to them, but somehow, I felt the warmest welcome. There was no border that indicated their property, but it felt like we were intruding their safe ground, work place, and home. They lift their head up, quietly smiled, and showed interests to the strangely dressed visitors. Share on Twitter Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on LinkedIn Share on Email The humble life of the BushmenĪround the corner of the big boulder field near the Erongo Mountains, there they were, making ostrich egg jewelry and hunting arrows.
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