Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Ten Thousand Villages


Ive got to the “top” of Namibia and am now making a turn and heading East instead of North… Id like to keep going North but the West-Coast route is just too unstable at the moment so Im going to traverse the continent here at the top of Namibia and then head North roughly up the East-Coast.

Right now, Im riding East through an odd little “appendage” of Namibian territory called the “Caprivi Strip”. It’s a peninsula of land that was specifically added to Namibia in about 1890 or so… At that time, Namibia was a German colony and they wanted to have a direct link with their colonies on the East side of Africa (Tanzania), so they gave up their holdings of Zanzibar island to the British in return for the strip of land (that would otherwise be Botswana) that linked Namibia to the Zambezi river… unfortunately the river later proved to be unnavigable to that point… It all became moot after the German loss in the first world war tho.

So, I was riding along contemplating the world and my place in it as usual and I was seeing all these little straw villages along the road. The climate here in the North of Namibia has made a distinct change from the supper arid areas further south and there is now sufficient precipitation for people to grow crops with-out (or with minimal at least) irrigation. The natural vegetation has become something of a sparse woodland rather than the savannahs and outright desert gibber plains of further South. And as I rid along a good paved highway there are lots and lots of these small to tiny villages.

The first sign of habitation is usually a small patch of cultivated crop… Usually corn or millet. The cropped area may be just a 20m square or maybe several hundred square meters. And located somewhere within this cropped area (often adjacent to the road but often just randomly somewhere within the crop) will be the owners dwellings.

They may be a single hut all by its lonesome or they may be up to twenty or so huts enclosed by a common boundary fence. And sometimes there are several bounded sets of huts in close proximity and that’s when I call it a “village”. Whatever the case, they are of the most rudimentary construction… Literally they are the proverbial “straw huts”. They are usually round in plan with the walls made of vertically oriented and bundled straw/reeds/thin sticks, to a height of about 1.5m and then they are roofed with a conical top made of the same straw type material. The hut is usually located in a cleared area that is also usually fenced by a perimeter wall made of the same or maybe slightly stronger material and often to a height of about 2m. Within this compound the ground is usually kept scrupulously clean (and is even swept by the occupants)… The only plants in the “compound” are trees… There is usually at least one sizeable tree contained within and that’s usually where you see the people. They are seated around the base of the tree in the shade on low stools or logs or just on the ground and it seems that the tree is more or less the centre of daily life in the little villages. Im told that all the huts within a single compound are occupied by people who have simply decided to live together... They could be relations, or friends or work colleagues etc... you just need an invite to "live in our village" and your in :). There are rarely any pets like cats or dogs running around the place... Imtold most compounds have a dog but there are no "street dogs" that Ive noticed, and likewise I cant recall seeing any poultry either. There are often one or two smaller walled structures without roofs within the compound and I take these to be the ablution facilities. Also, attached to the outer “compound wall” is the stock yard… The stock is usually long horned cattle or multi-coloured goats and their fenced enclosure is only just big enough to accommodate the herd and is constructed of fairly sturdily arranged chunks of wood (I would not call the wood posts and rails since it is a far less formal arrangement than that, but its definitely an effective fence.)

 Some few of these villages appear to have water tanks on site but every 20Km or so I see big water tanks on stands with steel fences around them so I assume they were installed by the government and are used by the people to get their daily water supplies from. And to that end, I frequently see people (women, men and children) walking along the sides of the road with 20l plastic bottles or buckets balanced on their heads.

And like the water tanks, I also see spaced out along the highway at fairly regular intervals, larger clearings with slightly more sturdy structures that are clearly schools or medical centres and I see plenty of school aged children walking for many Km along the roads to and from their schools… Im sure many of them walk between 10 and 20Km each way to go to their school each day…and as always, the school kids manage to be dressed in the most prim and proper school uniforms … I still cannot fathom how they manage to keep get such neat and clean uniforms when they live in such Spartan and eternally dusty conditions… Its definitely a small miracle J

But, back to the villages…As the little villages get closer to a significant town (ie somewhere big enough to have a fuel station where I can fuel up the bike) then there are usually some signs of more wealth or sturdiness to the dwellings… The compound walls are complete and neat and square with trimmed level tops, the grounds are swept clean and everything is organized. There will be mud-brick walls on one or more of the buildings, there may be a sheet of corrugated iron used as a hut door or even a whole roofs for some buildings… there are occasional solar panels and satellite dishes and even out-houses made of fibre-glass here and there. But at the other end of the scale, when Im at the farthest point between two fuel stops, the little villages become quite disheveled and unkempt often with no perimeter wall at all and only a single ramshackle hut in a cleared area in the woodland.

And as Ive said, these little habitations are everywhere I go. Im about in the mid-point of the Southern section of Africa and there have not been many such villages to the South because its too arid there but now that Im in the tropics and moving North Im expecting to see a lot more of these villages in rural areas and the life that goes along with them.

 

Note, its quite hard to take pictures of these places because there are always people about and it feels really rude to stop my bike, point a camera at these little homes and then just ride off… Like taking pictures of the wild-life or something!  Anyway, I just cant bring myself to do it so you will just have to be satisfied with my words instead.