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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