Moving to Mbakutuka Komapando

or twenty years; “I want tobacco from Sesfontein” was simply her way of asking (begging) for water and food. Ndjinaa now was way cleverer than I realized. She lead me step by step to tell me that we were all so busy building and moving that we did not offer her or Kaputu any water.


Even with all my years’ experience in Kaokoland and the African bush, I am shocked. She is led out by hand and if I believed in the living dead, she would be it. She is a skeleton, a zombie that shows no sign of life. No words, no sign of recognition or feeling.