I have a DVD copy of the epic movie made out of the lives of the Southern Africa tribe, Bushmen. The title of the movie for those who have not watched it and to remind the ones who have is, ‘The gods Must be Crazy.’ It’s quite an educational film and I would edge those who have not seen it. to find time to watch it.
One of the interesting narratives of the movie mentioned is the depiction on the divide between primitive living and the civilised world. How as man has tried to better himself through civilization, he has continuously instead made the world more complex and complicated. Even the availability of food for the primitive tribes as shown in the movie is not something that people cry for but they easily find it in its organic form. The Bushmen it was said have no sense of time and community harmony is more important to them than anything else. Contrast to modern man, his days are routinised to suit other systems and or comply to other more powerful elements around.
Another interesting thing the movie depicts is the Bushmen’s sense of community shame especially when they were challenged by a foreign thing than came to divide them. A bottle of Coca Cola was thrown out from a light air-plane onto amongst the Bushmen and instantly they started using it for various things as they felt it was a gift from above, the gods. The bottle became popular so much that everybody at every moment wanted it which eventually caused fights. In their world, fights because of their way of life would be seen as an alien behaviour. In one of the fights there was injury caused which made the elder of the clan to dispose the bottle. The night this happened the people, the community sat down in shame, silently reflecting on what they had done to each other because of a thing which they did not understand. Obviously in their thoughts they knew this thing had come to divide them and they questioned themselves why since before this came in their midst, they were living happily and peacefully.
Every society has to at one point or the other stop and reflect on the things that are dividing them. Usually such thing are foreign, which the majority would not even understand nor explain if asked. If society were to constantly do that they would see more things that would unite them than the lesser things threatening to divide them. They would realise the shame that is there for hating others amongst them without any proper reason.
The week past I have been challenged by several people on the authenticity of some historical accounts especially of Malawian people which is the country of my origin. Thus the book I am going to quote from for this weeks quotations appears to be coincidental to such accounts. The book explains some critical occurrences in the history of the nation Malawi and what was going on in the minds of people both in power and outside. I am sure from such insight you will learn one or two things, read and enjoy:
THE LIFE OF GEORGE NDOMONDO – Shepherd Boy, Clerk, Politician, Guerrilla General, Detainee and Priest by George Ndomondo and Colin Baker
“Those who had been divided were united overnight. My colleagues summoned an urgent meeting and each group – there were two factions in the cabinet – confessed its ‘sins’. They discovered that a detention bill had been in preparation for the last four or five months without their knowledge! They agreed to bury their differences; it had become a question of surviving or perishing together.”
“In March we arrived at a village in Mozambique and asked for a place to sleep. Although the Village Headman suspected us, he gave us a place to sleep and gave us some men to guide us there. in the morning we asked them to show us the way to Zambia and they agreed to accompany us. On the way they handed us over to the police station at Fulankungu in Mozambique where we were tortured heavily. Later we were sent to Tete Detention Camp across the Zambezi in Mozambique and they dumped us in underground cells together with Mozambican detainees. We were under the control of ‘PIDE’ which is similar to our Special Branch (SB). After being interrogated, and knowing that I was a Member of Parliament, they tortured me badly to get information from me and I was so frightened that I committed my soul into God’s hands. I was very sick because of the torturing and they took me to hospital for admission and there I had a security guard at my bedside with a gun in his hands. I was chained hands and foot to the bed. After a period of medication I was taken back into the dungeon. We were packed like logs and people preferred to be hanged and killed.”
” …….. I lived in fear. I was constantly being watched and my sermons were monitored. It is lies, jealousies, selfishness and falsehoods which are the chains people are wearing to put others in trouble. But only truth will make us free. To live in fear makes people unable to enjoy God’s freedom.”