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The tribesmen are sitting by the fire. They are feeling hungry. A
camp elder, Onwas, tells the others of a tree he saw filled with
baboons. They all pick up their bows and set off to go hunting.
Onwas is around 60 years old and quite short at 1.5 metres,
but he is lean and fit. The rest of the men are also slim with short
curly black hair. Their hunting knives hang from animal skin belts.
Onwas invites me on the hunt in his native language, Hadzane.
I have come to the Hadza homeland of Tanzania for a few
days with an interpreter: Onwas’ niece. I am thrilled to get close to
the Hadza people. They live in the extreme heat of the Yaeda Valley
where the soil is poor, water is in short supply and the bugs are
terrible. They don’t keep track of time: hours, weeks, months and
years have no meaning to them.They have no crops, no animals and
no houses. They live completely off what nature provides. That’s
why I am here. I have come to meet these hunter-gatherers in
person.
After a successful night hunting baboons, we
return to the camp. The women have gathered berries
and fruit. The tribe shares everything. They are generous and
easy-going people with lots of free time. They come and go from the
camp as they please and sleep whenever they want. When it’s time to
eat, we gather around the fire. Once the meat is ready, everyone just
dives in. Nobody knows when the next meal is as the Hadza don’t plan
for the future. They wander the land taking food from it whenever they
need, carrying their few possessions with them.
Free from belongings, jobs, money and responsibilities, I can’t
help thinking, as I prepare to leave, that perhaps the Hadza are better
off this way. They don’t seem to have any worries. Hadza do not
become attached to people or things, so my arrival and now my
departure have had little effect on them. Smiling and walking away, I
wonder about their future: is it only a matter of time before the days of
wandering the valley are over for the Hadza? I hope not.
1. What problems do the Hadza face where they live?
2. Why do you think they don't become attached to people or things?
3. Why is the writter worried about their future?
The tribesmen are sitting by the fire. They are feeling hungry. A
camp elder, Onwas, tells the others of a tree he saw filled with
baboons. They all pick up their bows and set off to go hunting.
Onwas is around 60 years old and quite short at 1.5 metres,
but he is lean and fit. The rest of the men are also slim with short
curly black hair. Their hunting knives hang from animal skin belts.
Onwas invites me on the hunt in his native language, Hadzane.
I have come to the Hadza homeland of Tanzania for a few
days with an interpreter: Onwas’ niece. I am thrilled to get close to
the Hadza people. They live in the extreme heat of the Yaeda Valley
where the soil is poor, water is in short supply and the bugs are
terrible. They don’t keep track of time: hours, weeks, months and
years have no meaning to them.They have no crops, no animals and
no houses. They live completely off what nature provides. That’s
why I am here. I have come to meet these hunter-gatherers in
person.
After a successful night hunting baboons, we
return to the camp. The women have gathered berries
and fruit. The tribe shares everything. They are generous and
easy-going people with lots of free time. They come and go from the
camp as they please and sleep whenever they want. When it’s time to
eat, we gather around the fire. Once the meat is ready, everyone just
dives in. Nobody knows when the next meal is as the Hadza don’t plan
for the future. They wander the land taking food from it whenever they
need, carrying their few possessions with them.
Free from belongings, jobs, money and responsibilities, I can’t
help thinking, as I prepare to leave, that perhaps the Hadza are better
off this way. They don’t seem to have any worries. Hadza do not
become attached to people or things, so my arrival and now my
departure have had little effect on them. Smiling and walking away, I
wonder about their future: is it only a matter of time before the days of
wandering the valley are over for the Hadza? I hope not.
1. What problems do the Hadza face where they live?
2. Why do you think they don't become attached to people or things?
3. Why is the writter worried about their future?