N/Oakhoe survival in the face of development :: Mmegi Online

My soul is empty. In it, there is no an ounce of life. I'm a corpse and do not respond when I'm called. My soul is nowhere to be found, where can I find the other one? I see my people with an enormous hunger, I see my people with no possession of valuables, I see them with no hope for a good future, I see a vast number uneducated, and I see a vast numbers of teenagers pregnant and fathers of the children unknown.

What future does it holds for them, that I can't see. But I see the extinction of the race, an extinction of my kind. We call ourselves Red People or in native Naro language, Ncoakhoe or N/oakhoe, for the names Basarwa, SAN, Bushman and many more are strange for strangers with a strange tongue bring them to us.

How life is today is like torture for in the old days, my people knew what they wanted in their lives because everything was on the ground. If the water holes or sip-wells are dry, they will still not get thirsty for they know that they will find water in some plant roots and melons.

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