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The ancient peoples called it 'a Zambezi world'. | The ancient peoples called it 'a Zambezi world'. | ||
Today it's in a flat, desolate, barren flatlands that's south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine. Some say these people are the old tribe of ancients left in this modern world. | Today it's in a flat, desolate, barren flatlands that's south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine. Some say these people are the oldest old tribe of ancients left in this modern world. | ||
Their world used to be rich | They used to be Their world used to be rich and now most all of what used to be the richness is gone. | ||
They spoke of power, and they lived in a path of beauty, before them and behind them, they walked in beauty, in and of nature. Today what is left is a memory surrounded by myths. | |||
The green they believed was forever is gone. What was is memory. What the moderns call savannas is no longer in the world south of the Rift in the Zambezi world. What is left is in the north, far away, out of sight. The days of vast green plains with vast beyond-eyesight herds of wild animals are long gone. The trees and their entwined canopies that used to call to us are mostly gone, as remnant trees, like sentinels stands desolate amid the baked plains now. | |||
Those rains with life giving water, those was no drought, what was drought, the waters of life are not to be found without traveling far, far, far to the North, following the stars that talk to the San and speak of sounds of the Great River itself and rushing water cascading the stories sing of Seas beyond vision, a Great Ocean where the Sun rises. | Those rains with life giving water, those was no drought, what was drought, the waters of life are not to be found without traveling far, far, far to the North, following the stars that talk to the San and speak of sounds of the Great River itself and rushing water cascading the stories sing of Seas beyond vision, a Great Ocean where the Sun rises. | ||
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An ECO WORLD
At GreenPolicy360, there is a thought that comes 'n goes, a drifting thought about the beginnings, ancient beginnings, south of the Great Rift Valley in 'the old world when all was green'.
The ancient peoples called it 'a Zambezi world'.
Today it's in a flat, desolate, barren flatlands that's south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine. Some say these people are the oldest old tribe of ancients left in this modern world.
They used to be Their world used to be rich and now most all of what used to be the richness is gone.
They spoke of power, and they lived in a path of beauty, before them and behind them, they walked in beauty, in and of nature. Today what is left is a memory surrounded by myths.
The green they believed was forever is gone. What was is memory. What the moderns call savannas is no longer in the world south of the Rift in the Zambezi world. What is left is in the north, far away, out of sight. The days of vast green plains with vast beyond-eyesight herds of wild animals are long gone. The trees and their entwined canopies that used to call to us are mostly gone, as remnant trees, like sentinels stands desolate amid the baked plains now.
Those rains with life giving water, those was no drought, what was drought, the waters of life are not to be found without traveling far, far, far to the North, following the stars that talk to the San and speak of sounds of the Great River itself and rushing water cascading the stories sing of Seas beyond vision, a Great Ocean where the Sun rises.
The ancient San people have faded away and the few wandering tribe remnants now carry their water in cracked birds eggs, protected in carefully woven baskets that protect as they roam in a desolate landscape.
The world of the San is harsh but their memories are rich in their telling... the lush times, the good times when the grass was green and richness of life was everywhere...
The people south of the Zambezi lived in an ECO world... they remember and they tell the tales for us to know.
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