DaudiAiko
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- Dec 2, 2012
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Seasons come and go with times of sowing and times of reaping ingrained deeply within us. Non-eventful days soon to be forgotten, challenges to remind us about what still needs to be done presently even with the looming harvest giving us reason to be optimistic about our fortunes. Indeed, we were not expecting raspberries to fall from the sky or the soil pH to be the only reason for such a big harvest but we instead give thanks to all those who've always toiled for the greater good of the Hadzabe people.
The ceremony, though a true depiction of the current state of the Mkuringa clan, was also a sigh of relief for the group who for years now were forced to deal with extreme shortages of food. Heat waves and pests that habitually destroyed the harvest were the norm in a society that lacked pesticides or much needed funds to deal with climate change. Barrels of wine were shared amongst the tribesmen, sacrifices were made to the gods, and king Lakshmi Mkuringa was hailed for his visionary leadership. With this, all the beautiful women threw themselves at him, the finest pork was saved only for his majesty as neighboring clans begged to join forces with the Mkuringa clan.
Despite the turn of fortunes, the Mkuringas were never going to sit on their latest catch or party all their harvest away. Instead, they were going to use their newly found strength to find greener pastures in lands far away. At dawn the Hadzabe clan began the long walk into the unknown, a walk that could very easily have led to a wild goose chase with them Left frostbitten by the slopes of mount Kilimanjaro. Even as the blisters on their feet grew bigger and bigger, the clan’s determination did not falter. It would be weeks until they found their way to a humid coastal city called Dar Es Salaam.
At first glance, King Lakshmi ordered the attack and siege of the city and for him to rule over the people, the land and all the treasures that lay within the city’s safes. The Hadzabe clan knew what would happen to anyone for suggesting a more subtle approach but were nevertheless sucked into the King’s sense of entitlement. They acknowledged the insecurities that deeply troubled the king and how they lay camouflaged in what seemed a confident, talkative, outgoing and charming person. In as much as king Lakshmi always got what he wanted, they all agreed that that kind of attitude left them Ill prepared to conquer or come to agreement with the monarchies that ruled over Dar Es Salaam. Care about the needs and feelings of others, he didn’t, instead like a toddler, he yelled at the top of his lungs while issuing orders. This trait complemented his relentlessly domineering and controlling demeanor resulted in a totalitarian style of leadership, with the totalitarian, time and time again, refusing to learn from others . Power, a commodity The king could never have enough of left him dreaming of a time where he could have an effect on the minor details of the happenings of the city. The king of the little Hadzabe clan was beyond reasonable doubt, an out and out Narcissist
The ceremony, though a true depiction of the current state of the Mkuringa clan, was also a sigh of relief for the group who for years now were forced to deal with extreme shortages of food. Heat waves and pests that habitually destroyed the harvest were the norm in a society that lacked pesticides or much needed funds to deal with climate change. Barrels of wine were shared amongst the tribesmen, sacrifices were made to the gods, and king Lakshmi Mkuringa was hailed for his visionary leadership. With this, all the beautiful women threw themselves at him, the finest pork was saved only for his majesty as neighboring clans begged to join forces with the Mkuringa clan.
Despite the turn of fortunes, the Mkuringas were never going to sit on their latest catch or party all their harvest away. Instead, they were going to use their newly found strength to find greener pastures in lands far away. At dawn the Hadzabe clan began the long walk into the unknown, a walk that could very easily have led to a wild goose chase with them Left frostbitten by the slopes of mount Kilimanjaro. Even as the blisters on their feet grew bigger and bigger, the clan’s determination did not falter. It would be weeks until they found their way to a humid coastal city called Dar Es Salaam.
At first glance, King Lakshmi ordered the attack and siege of the city and for him to rule over the people, the land and all the treasures that lay within the city’s safes. The Hadzabe clan knew what would happen to anyone for suggesting a more subtle approach but were nevertheless sucked into the King’s sense of entitlement. They acknowledged the insecurities that deeply troubled the king and how they lay camouflaged in what seemed a confident, talkative, outgoing and charming person. In as much as king Lakshmi always got what he wanted, they all agreed that that kind of attitude left them Ill prepared to conquer or come to agreement with the monarchies that ruled over Dar Es Salaam. Care about the needs and feelings of others, he didn’t, instead like a toddler, he yelled at the top of his lungs while issuing orders. This trait complemented his relentlessly domineering and controlling demeanor resulted in a totalitarian style of leadership, with the totalitarian, time and time again, refusing to learn from others . Power, a commodity The king could never have enough of left him dreaming of a time where he could have an effect on the minor details of the happenings of the city. The king of the little Hadzabe clan was beyond reasonable doubt, an out and out Narcissist
