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Suzy, one of our students was happy to converse. |
After leaving the tent school, Uanee really wanted us to
visit his primary school, a government school for children living in
Opuwo. Government schools in Opuwo are
permanent structures and all students are required to wear uniforms. When we arrived we saw people sitting around
a large tree—someone mentioned it looked like the Tree of Life from Avatar, but
seeing that I haven’t seen the film, I can’t really say. I just know that everyone from surrounding
homesteads were there—Himba, Herero and Zemba, all waiting to receive their
drought relief supplies which were white bags of maize stacked in a large
pile. Because this was Uanaee’s
community, we were allowed to take pictures which was really nice to not worry
about offending anyone. He explained
that we were with him learning about their community and had brought food and
supplies to the school.
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Waiting for food, government lady in blue |
Our first stop was the school, but we learned that the
students had left school at 10:30 that day in order for teachers to either pick
up their pay checks or attend a meeting.
I can’t be sure, but I remember hearing both reasons. However, one teacher, had already returned,
so she gathered some kids that were part of the crowd waiting to receive their
maize. About 20 children came, sat in
desks, and said good afternoon to all of us.
Then they decided to sing to us and once again they selected religious
songs. After we sang our anthem, we
decided to get them to sing Head and Shoulders with us. We gathered in a circle
and sang the song three times, so our last version was sung quickly, although not
the speedy version sung by most American elementary students. We saved some
supplies for this school and decided to give the kids a new pencil prior
to giving the school supplies to the teacher. The learners as they are referred
to in Namibia were thrilled, and it was interesting to see more children appear
as soon as word spread we were passing out pencils. A brand new pencil, especially when there is
a choice between yellow and colorful patterned
pencils was rather exciting. The great ending to our time in the classroom was
when a group of Namibian children gathered around our students and sang their
national anthem. What a touching moment
and I am always moved by how the students sing together, create their own
harmony, and produce a beautiful sound.
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Singing to the PLU students |
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Everyone wants a pencil. |
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My helpers who carried maize and supplies. |
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Everyone is happy to help. |
We then returned to the drought relief tree where people
were still sitting around. We wandered
around the different groups—one group was young Himba girls/women with babies,
another was Herero in traditional dress and there were also women from the
Zemba tribe. People mingled and there
were a few men who tended to stand and talk, unlike the women who tended to sit
patiently. The government lady would
call out a name, someone in the crowd might call out the name loudly if there
was no movement, and finally someone ambled over to the government lady, showed
identification, picked up maize bags and deposited them some place, not always
next to where they were sitting. Then that
maize recipient would return to their spot and continue sitting. This was the rhythm of the afternoon. During the time we were there, I saw only two
groups of people leave, even though several more received their food. One of the families traveled in a donkey cart
and the other drove away in a pick up truck.
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Herero women |
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Himba women and babies |
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A Zemba woman waiting with her baby |
Uanee knew a group of 4 Himba women sitting in their own
area of the tree and motioned for us to come over. He explained their hair, jewelry made from
metal and red skin (mixture of red rock and animal fat or oil). Although the mixture provides protection from
the sun, it really is about beauty to the Himba women. While Uanee was talking,
I was standing next to a woman holding a small child (maybe 7 months) and a two
year old. She handed me her baby and of
course I took the child and didn’t worry about what happened to my shirt. His skin was soft and I was lucky with the
timing, seeing there are no diapers (I stayed dry). I can still recollect the
softness of the baby’s skin and loved that he seemed quite content being handed
off to a total stranger. About 5
minutes later, the woman handed Kelli who was wearing a white shirt, the two
year old. He was wearing a little more
clothing, but her white shirt also had red stains. He was more skeptical about being held, but
Kelli and I loved the experience.
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We are all intrigued and fortunate to have such a connected and knowledgeable guide. |
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The back of the hair, only the fluffy balls on the end are extensions--this style keeps for about 3 months. |
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So soft... |
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Kelli is happy, the toddler isn't totally sure. |
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Showing off our colors! Everything does clean up. |
After Uanee’s explanation of the Himba hairstyles, we
wandered off but then heard his booming voice shout, READY?? and I reluctantly climbed
back into our vehicle—reluctant because I just loved watching and being part of
this incredibly slow pace and also because I was curious when and how people
would gather their maize and head back to their homesteads.
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Some men were hanging around. The sticks are for tending goat herds. |
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