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Published: April 28th 2019
Feeling sad! Yes, this would be the last video blog of my epic journey across Africa before my unceremonious exit from the continent. Yes, I fell in love with the continent that attracts me like a magnet with its rugged but beautiful wilderness, it’s fascinating wild life and its legendary Masai tribe. This is a slideshow of the Masai village in Ngorongoro.
Let me admit it, I have an obsession about the Masai people. They continue to fascinate me from my childhood. Allow me to rewind a few decades. My father was a great storyteller and he lived and breathed into the wilderness of Assam in North east India. I recall the days when I was a kid and I used to curl up to him listening to his stories of the wild world in rainy days. Some days it was the Borneo story, and some other days it was Africa and the Masai. Outside, the tropical rain of the Indian subcontinent poured over the tin roof of our home. Amid the symphony of the monsoon rain, I used to listen to my father the fairy tales of the Masai people with my eyes wide open. He used to tell
the story with his hypnotic style of how brave the Masai people are, how do they fight the lions with the spears only and how do they travel in the wilderness of the African Savannas totally fearless. His art of storytelling was so great that those stories made a lasting impression on me. When I finally headed to Tanzania, I made it a point to stop in the Masai village in Ngorongoro.
If you are heading to Serengeti Game Park in Tanzania from Arusha, cross the highway leading to Manyara on your right and head straight to enter the gate of Ngorongoro. Once you cross the Ngorongoro crater, the Masai village would be on your way to the Serengeti. The landscape is arid, the hills are barren beyond the Ngorongoro crater and trees work hard for their survival. You can see the cattle scattered around the barren hills, sometimes a Masai boy on the distant hills herding the cattle, sometimes a lone Masai woman on the side of the unpaved mountain road. We parked our cruiser just outside the village, an enclosed area with a broken wooden fence. We were greeted by the 97 years old Masai chief and
that was the start of my journey in the Masai village. This gave me an opportunity to learn the nomadic life of the Masai people. Can I fathom myself living in such a lifestyle? Not a chance. But that is the way the Masai people live for generations. They don’t want to live a life that make them bonded to some place for ever. They are born free and they don’t adopt a comfortable lifestyle like ours in exchange of their freedom. It reminded me what Denis Fynch said in my favourite movie “Out of Africa”, “I don’t want to live someone else’s idea of how to live.” So true! I wish, I could blend into that philosophy of life. This is my last slide show from Africa. Hope you enjoy!
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