Of all the people of Southern Africa, the Khoi-San peoples of south eastern Africa are the oldest and most mysterious to have ever lived on this part of the world. I claim not to know much about them but I will write about them for they are my people too.
The Khoi-San peoples are in truth a people of two separate groups of people. Namely, the Khoikhoi and the Sanaqhua. There are many a people between the two mentioned of course but I cannot give you details on them because of a number of reasons. Off course one of the reasons is that I as an individual has rather with some humbling embarrassment discovered that I do not know much about my aunt’s (by marriage) people. What little I do know is not from my own grandfather’s red lips but rather it is from some rather distant often time biased if not plain right disrespectful white supremacist writer who fancied himself a historian to a people, a land and a culture he did not know or even experienced but was rather too quick to write down the things he heard from salt filled stories propagated by self-proclaimed adventure.
The San and the Khoi are divided into two peoples-as mentioned. The Khoi are what was once rather derogatory named Hottentots.
The name Hottentots is said to have been derived from the sound my people made while they were dancing the settlers did not understand. They are in truth the khoi. An African remnant of the ancient time who 23000yrs ago, learnt how to be herders instead of hunters. They have a social structure, a culture and a tradition that is though not sophisticated is effective for them. As is any culture in the world to its own people. Sanaqhua/San are a what was once called the bushmen…Quite offensive. They call themselves the Sanaqhua. They are hunters and are therefore the highest known trackers among man. They survive on bucks: animals like the antelope, impala, the giraffe and others. Their food is from the land; they do not farm, rather they dig for roots and look for fruits and eat eggs from small birds and from even the ostrich. Their sacred animal is the graceful eland; whose milk they drink for both sustenance and power. Their dance is inspired by the eland and impala’s walk and so are their songs and folktales. For them a man is not made by what he has but by what his heart has. For them to be a man you ought to take the road to manhood and there is no other way to do so than to hunt and kill for the very first time. Oh and you ought to apologize, tell and thank the hunt for the strength you are to get from eating it. Oh and in case you are wondering, San do not have gods; they just have one god. He is the father of the first San-the first people, he is the provider, the nourisher, sustainer guardian and protector of all things good and righteous. He, as is in Judaism, Christianity and also in Nguni tradition has a nemesis who brings all things bad and evil. So in short the San and the Khoi are people too. Too bad some of the settlers and the Nguni never saw them that way, this is so even today.
Unfortunately-as is often so among man, the Khoe and the San have suffered much at no one else’ hands that of man. They were prosecuted, enslaved, driven off their ancestral land and killed for mostly no other reason other than the lies the settlers propagated. Because of these the Khoi and the San lost all they were, even their identity, language and culture. The Khoe were forced to flee the fertile plains of the Western Cape because the settlers were too hostile to them. Some fled to the Deseret lands of what are today Botswana and Namibia where they reside even today, some are at the Gariep River (Gariep in Khoe and Groot river in Afrikaans), others at Etoshe National Park and as is bound to happen, others went and lived, fought, married and died with and among the Nguni-Zulu, Xhosa and the Swazi.
The war for their land is still ongoing, some who have it back or never left it are not being serviced by both the national and local governments, they live far from their ancestral dignity and are deprived of what modern day man enjoys. As I speak some of these brothers of mine are perceived as a people of no nationality by the Republic of South Africa, Botswana and Namibia, for them-the first people, eye of apartheid is not yet gouged out of above governments faces but is still very much alive and looking at them with the original evil intensity-if not the worst.
Where to visit the San
-the Kalahari Game Reserve, Botswana
-the Karoo, Southern Africa
-the Okavango in Botswana
-the Entosha National park in Namibia.
I do hope that things change for the best
To come visit my people please take note of the following:
-Attain a visitors’ permit
-Vaccinate against malaria fever
-A medical aid and traveler’s insurance would be a handy backup -Be healthy and ready to hike, eat and dance your heart out. Oh and be ready to be blown out by rock art dear, it is quite amazing.
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I love my country who doesn’t really. I mean South Africa is really great place…At least if you from Africa, like I am. Unlike many an African babies, lucky baby Gift was born in Swaziland, as such never saw even half the things his other brothers saw. Swaziland is very stable…For some, almost stagnant. South Africa on the other is really quite the opposite. Here is why:
The political system.
Africa as a continent is a place of great uncertainty. This is even more so when politics come into the picture. People struggle for almost everything here. A political party that today promises freedom, will, a few years down the line not shy away from raw thievery of their country’s resources. Most of you will probably be quick to remind me of Zuma and Mbeki’s questionable dance steps when it come to money. Mbeki and Zuma are said to have benefited from the 1999 Arms deal…I personally do not know what to believe, especially because both of them denounce the accusations and do so very fiercely (read the Mail & Guardian of 17 April 2015). What I am trying to say is that while both Mbeki and Zuma are no saints, the political system of country is so transparent that it did not and-God help us-will not allow even the country’s president the president the luxury other African head of state enjoy. The luxury of hiding ones dirty small clothes. Go on and try this on the guys ruling Egypt for example.
Social well faire
I never knew of such a word; not whilst I was growing up on King Mswati’s land anyways. To the general public the word social well fare is taken to mean “ taking care of a state’s general public”. I do not want to admit this but the truth is that when it comes to this, Swaziland and yes, 90 percent of Africa’s countries lag far, far behind South Africa.
The state takes care of over fifty five million people! There are dustbins to be collected, bucket system toilets to drain, millions of water liters to be pumped (mostly free of charge) into peoples’ houses, millions upon millions of free RDP houses to be built, a great many, many schools to be built and maintained, a million strong public servant workforce to keep satisfied (with ridiculously high salaries mind you), a highly paid parliament, a bunch of, at times very unreasonable and demanding kings and some of the world’s most questionable leaders who seem to blunder every turn they get.
In short, this is the greatest well fare state I have ever come to know. The country has one of world’s best social welfare systems in the world, as such it receives a great many Swazi, Sotho, Zimbabwean, and Mozambican people coming in to settle in the country.
Compared to the rest of the world, South Africa is a business heaven. It boost of a great many number of things that are-if not lacking-are quiet not there in the rest of Africa. It boosts of a first world infrastructure, a good monetary system, fair tax practice, a variety of natural resources, well trained labor force that competes well with that of the first world’s countries. The policies are favorable to starting, maintaining and competing with other businesses: be it you do so internally or externally. This is all made possible because the country is run on the shoulders of a well conserved, upheld and unchanging (for the past twenty one years at least) constitution that protects the law from manipulation by the people. In my country even kings get prison sentences. What then is a president?
One other thing that pulls Africans to South Africa is that for many an African people, this country is not just a lump of dirt on which millions of people live; it is also a gate way to doing business not only with Africa but also the rest of the world.
There are 55 Million people living and working in South Africa:
78% are black
10% are white
9% are colored
2.5% are Indian
Between us are the following languages;
Setswana, siSwati, Tshivenda, Xitsonga, Afrikaans 14,4%
IsiNdebele, isiXhosa 17.9%
And we also follow the following religions (or is it faiths); Christianity- some mixed with traditional African religion, Traditional African religion, Hindu, Muslim and Jewish, Rastafarism and many more.
Tell me then, who wouldn’t want to come live with us? With all these things to offer who wouldn’t want to come here, and why would we not want to share?
For more of a lay man’s perspective on Africa, South Africa, Swaziland and the tradition and/culture of especially the above two (the Kingdom of Swaziland and the Republic of South Africa), please visit http://www.dearjehovah.wordpress.com or http://www.masiza4000.blogspot.com .
Oh and before you come visit us please take note of the following;
-you need a valid visa, passport or, in the case of Swazis, a travelling document to lawfully enter the country.
-the passport or any of the above should not be in risk of invalidity for at least a period of three months.
-The state will give you fourteen to thirty stay days, visas may take longer than three months to even up to three years depending on the type of visa specified.
Thanks for reading!
It is a very bitter sweet gift, this gift you gave us Jehovah. Do not get me wrong (I trust you not), I love living but I happen to do find it more of a burden than a gift.
It is too demanding, at times it gets so overwhelming that I at times rather wish myself more or less rather peacefully dead than alive.
I was left rather troubled when the gift that was my father died. It was not that he died that troubled me but rather, the things that led to his passing. Did he die because he was pushed into dying or was it because he no longer had the tenacity, the will to live? If he died out the need to die, was it I who led him to that ending and if so, will you Jehovah, ever forgive me for my hand in his passing?
It doesn’t take much to push me well over the edge…that I am now quite very clearly sure of. For one thing I find myself quite rather more at ease with being concerned with him more than he is of other people. My father’s death, this seemingly never ending grieving process, the financial hardships and consequences resulting from it has stripped me naked; forcing me to look at my naked self right in the eye, guts and nakedness included and perceive or rather begin to perceive who I really am.
I refuse to see myself as would a failure but I do see that I have not achieved anything kind of note worthy. I feel the greatness thumbing within but that is where it ends: nothing more.
It takes a lot of work to show your greatness…I might have the strength but I do not have the will. I had plenty of it but it seems I have finally run out of it.
It seems you are forcing me into first finding out who I am without my father first before venturing into re-aligning my life. I can go on moaning about my friends’ success but it seems it will not help.
Nor will grieving about my father so much. It seems I ought to go back into learning more about you Jehovah, learn why we as humans and I as a person on my own right get to suffer so much. It seems it is not enough coming to you in praise and prayer, for my own sake I must learn how to love you not for the sake of my family or even myself but rather for my own sake; for me to want to live and to live again.
I must re-align my purpose and then be able to live!
I may not know where this prayer will lead but I do believe Jehovah, that you will never live me…Your Son promised: “I will always be with you, even unto the end of the world.