|Chief Richard of the Maasai tribe in the Maasai Mara posed inside one of the houses with us.|
Today’s photos are from the post on this date in 2013 while on safari, staying at Camp Olonana in the Maasai Mara, Kenya. For more on this date, please click here.
It was especially exciting to see our photos from seven years ago today while we visited the Maasai people while on safari in the Maasai Mara, Kenya.
|One of Chief Richard’s two wives. Each wife has her own house, made by women only hands using cow dung and mud. The houses will last for 9 to 10 years before they begin to crumble. The tribe moves to a new location every 9 to 10 years, leaving behind all the houses, taking along all their household goods, livestock (cows and goats) and they begin building a village anew.|
Today, I am copying and posting many excerpts from the post on this particular date exactly as I’d written so long ago. That post clearly defined our extraordinary experience at the Maasai village which, if I rewrote it today, I’d miss several key points. This won’t become a habit, copying and pasting an old post, but it seems right to do so today. So, here we go:
|The roofs of the homes are made by the women-only using cow dung, dirt, and grass. Stepping on cow dung is considered a sign of good luck and we were encouraged to do so as we wandered through the village. I decided to step on it as much as possible after hearing we’d be picking up our pilot for yet a smaller, single-engine plane ride back to Diani Beach. Apparently, it worked, right?|
|As more guests from Camp Olonana arrived, the women and children waited patiently to begin their welcoming dance.|
|The children were included in the welcoming dance dressed in their finest colorful garb as we all waited for the other guests to arrive.|
|Chief Richard also waited for the remaining Camp Olonana guests to arrive in order to tell his story of life in the tribe.|
We were hopeful, wanting to spend any last minutes with him going over our glorious safari. We had left a generous tip for him the prior evening in the event he wasn’t able to drive off to the landing strip. Of course, knowing Anderson, he doesn’t disappoint and at 1:00 pm he was helping us load our bags into the Land Cruiser.
|Once hydrated and “beaded up” I actually enjoyed the ritual singing along in my usual awful voice, having never been able to carry a tune or in this case, a chant.|
The ritual dance and chanting completed, Chief Richard enthusiastically shared the story of his village, his life, and his people. When the ritual dance and chanting were completed, Chief Richard enthusiastically shared the story of his village, his life, and his people.
|Finally, the other guests had arrived. The tribeswomen gathered us into their “dance line” hoping we would chant and dance along with them. Feeling a bit overheated, I hesitated to join in but Tom reminded me discretely, that they may be offended if I didn’t. He grabbed a bottle of water for me. I took a big chug and joined in the line, later glad that I had.|
At present with two wives, he finds himself preparing to take a third wife, yet to be chosen, although his wedding plans are in motion. She must be from another tribe. His first marriage was arranged by his parents, his second wife was chosen by his first wife and he is allowed to pick his third wife. He was excited about this fact, chuckling and rolling his eyes in playful anticipation.
|The tribeswomen were anxious for us to attempt “mashing” the cow dung with the stick used for that purpose. Actually, I was adept at this task and the Maaasi women were pleased.|
Upon sharing his marital status with us, he began asking the four women in our group as to how many family members we have in our immediate families, including if applicable, how many husbands we’ve had. The larger the family, the more the women cheered. None other than I mentioned more than one husband. When my turn to disclose arrived, I unabashedly stated I’ve had three husbands. Tom is my best and last.
|A “street” in the Maasai village of 56 tribespeople from 4 families, was neat and orderly. The business of selling their jewelry generated from the nearby camps enabled them to purchase more cows which ultimately made life easier for them with the ready food supply.|
That comment, “brought down the house” with laughter, cheering, and clapping in unison. The Maasai women are only allowed one husband, where the men may have multiple wives at any given time. I quickly chimed in, telling them that I didn’t have all 3 husbands at once. Again, they erupted in laughter as we all laughed along with them. Chief Richard explained that my multiple husbands made me special in their eyes. Gee…finally someone thought that was cool.
|This is the area in which the cows are herded at the end of the day after grazing in the bush.|
Boys are circumcised at 15 years of age with no anesthetic. Their manhood is determined by their ability to withstand the pain of cutting with a man-made tool.
|We assumed this was the bathroom in the tiny houses.|
Women were no longer subject to the barbaric ritual of “genital mutilation” for which the 4 women in our group clapped. So often we’d heard of this cruel ritual still practiced in many tribes worldwide.
One of the most interesting facts Chief Richard shared with us was the Maasai diet which consists entirely of the following:
2. Beef blood, only from healthy cows
3. Milk from cows and goats.
|Chief Richard explained the quality of the work-women-ship (as opposed to workmanship) in the support system for the roof.|
They consumed no fruit, no vegetables, no grains, no sugar, no processed foods in any form, subsisting on a low carb, gluten-free, sugar and starch-free diet. Tom and my eyes darted to one another as we heard this.
|This is the bedroom where a husband with more than one wife will sleep with the family as he switches back and forth to houses. To signify his presence for the night, he leaves his spear outside the door at night. The round white circle to the right is a window, the only source of outside light for the two-room house other than the entrance.|
Fifty-five of the 56 members in the tribe were all slim and fit with the exception of Chief Richard’s big belly. We surmised he was either partaking in other foods in his dealings with the local safari camps or eating too much meat, milk and blood. Perhaps, it was expected that the chief is rotund as a sign of wealth. We didn’t ask.
|The kitchen where they cook the meat. With no means of refrigeration, meat is always cooked, never eaten raw. There are no accompaniments to the meals other than the blood and milk. They do not eat lunch, only meat, milk, and blood in the morning and again at dinner.|
Tom and I later chuckled about their diet. The only differences in my diet are the addition of non-starchy vegetables and the deletion of drinking blood and milk, neither of which I care to consume.
|The door, which is closed at night offers light during the daylight hours.|
Chief Richard explained that his people live long lives, often over 100 years, although they didn’t celebrate a birthday and speculated on the age of an “elder”. Seldom did illness befall his people. If they did become ill, they were quick to use medicinal plants readily available in the area. Midwives aided in childbirth as well as the women providing support to one another during pregnancy and childbirth.
|The other guests often stated, “I don’t know how they can live like this.” In our travels this past year, we’ve seen more sparse lifestyles. The Maasai were happy people, full of life and laughter mixed with a bit of whimsy. They looked healthy as did their children. Their children attend a local school, learn to speak English, often sent to universities to expand their education. In Diani Beach, we see many professional Maaasi people holding jobs and living a more traditional Kenyan lifestyle. They are recognizable by their colorful clothing and their kind and courteous demeanor.|
He stated that if a tribe member fell prey to animal attacks or an accident requiring medical care they would seek assistance from traditional medical care in the area. They value life, limb, and well-being, not foolishly avoiding care in emergencies due to tradition.
|Women are forbidden to enter the tabernacle, a place of worship, and conduct tribe business. During a meeting, women may wait outside of the structure on their knees and may pose concerns and questions. They are forbidden from offering input for resolution. As we approached the tabernacle I stepped back to honor the traditional. Chief Richard invited me and the other women to enter along with the men in our group. He explained, as visitors, we were welcome to enter and take a seat.|
|This man could have been anyone we’d see out in the world, as opposed to being a Maasai warrior living in this small village of four families with 56 residents.|
|A Maasai man making a fire. After only a few minutes of twisting the stick into the small hole in the piece of wood, there was smoke. There was no flint, only the two pieces of wood.|
|Working the dry grass in his bare hands, facilitated the fire in igniting.|
|It’s a fire! Wow!|
Photo from one year ago today, October 16, 2019:
|Our friends Linda and Ken spent time with us while we were in Chepstow, Wales. Here we are, having a few drinks at the Boat Inn in Chepstow on the river. For more photos, please click here.|