Wayei pray govt will soon hear their cry

With Kamanakao Association flags flapping in the air, the horse riders left the delegation by the grave of the late Calvin Kamanakao, pulled the stirrups and tightened the reins as the animals ran wildly around the courtyard amid ululation, the throbbing of drums and the stomping of feet.

It is early Sunday morning, date: May 6, 2007 - and the last cock has just crowed, announcing the arrival of a new day. Up on the eastern horizon nature's unseen hand is slowly painting the sky into a romantic amber colour.
A chilly wind is stinging into the bone, freezing the marrow and leaving fingers and toes numb with cold. The chipping birds chant melodious songs that thank the Maker for the sun's rays that are about to kiss the soft dusty soils of the Okavango District and evaporate the frosty dew that covers the vegetation.