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The ancient San people have faded away to tell tales and the few wandering tribes now carry their water in cracked birds eggs, protected now in carefully woven baskets that have a special place as the wandering tribes roam. | The ancient San people have faded away to tell tales and the few wandering tribes now carry their water in cracked birds eggs, protected now in carefully woven baskets that have a special place as the wandering tribes roam. | ||
The world of the San is harsh but | The world of the San is harsh but their memories are rich in their telling... the lush times, the good times when the grass was green and richness of life was everywhere... | ||
The people south of the Zambezi lived in an ECO world... they remember and they tell the tales for us to know. | The people south of the Zambezi lived in an ECO world... they remember and they tell the tales for us to know. |
Revision as of 18:33, 24 November 2023
An ECO WORLD
At GreenPolicy360, there is a thought that comes 'n goes, a drifting thought about the beginnings, ancient beginnings, south of the Great Rift Valley in 'the old world when all was green'.
The ancient peoples called it 'a Zambezi world'.
Today it's in a flat, desolate, barren flatlands that's south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine. Some say these people are the old tribe of ancients left in this modern world.
Their world used to be rich. Most all of what used to be the richness is gone.
The beauty of nature is a memory surrounded by myths now. What the moderns call savannas are no longer in the world south of the Rift in the Zambezi world. What is left is in the north, far away, out of sight. The days of vast green plains with vast beyond-eyesight herds of wild animals are long gone. The trees and their entwined canopies that used to call to us are mostly gone, as remnant trees, like sentinels stands desolate amid the baked plains now.
Those rains with life giving water, those was no drought, what was drought, the waters of life are not to be found without traveling far, far, far to the North, following the stars that talk to the San and speak of sounds of the Great River itself and rushing water cascading beyond vision to a Great Ocean.
The ancient San people have faded away to tell tales and the few wandering tribes now carry their water in cracked birds eggs, protected now in carefully woven baskets that have a special place as the wandering tribes roam.
The world of the San is harsh but their memories are rich in their telling... the lush times, the good times when the grass was green and richness of life was everywhere...
The people south of the Zambezi lived in an ECO world... they remember and they tell the tales for us to know.
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