2014: The Year in Review As we started 2015 in fifth gear, it is important for Alzheimer’s Dementia Namibia to look back at 2014 and recognise our achievements and our highlights as well as the pitfalls to learn and look forward to another year of endless surprises and achievements. What we remember: We remember a … Continue reading 2014 : The Year In Review (1)
Kaputu’s History & Her Healing Process The last time that I visited Opuwo, I met Uapindika, Kaputu’s sister. Uapindika told me stories about Kaputu’s childhood that would make good thrillers. Kaputu’s father died when she was still very young and her mother then decided to move to Angola to her family. Kaputu’s grandmother decided that … Continue reading Kaputu’s History
Our reward is to experience moments like this. Seeing Kaputu happy and at home. I am not a photographer, but have realized that a camera is a great investment to capture these unforgettable moments.
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.
The saying here in Africa is not Cogito ergo sum, "I think, therefore I am", but rather “I am because of other people” and I tend to agree more with the latter than with René Descartes.
According to Kapika, Ndjinaa has been called to guard or protect his life by carrying his soul inside her. She has therefor been bewitched so that she cannot harm her own life. He believes that if she dies, he will also die and if he dies first, so will she.
Lovely photos of the Himba - Ndjinaa's People.
Working with dementia in an African culture is a minefield. There are no handbooks to help us on this learning curve. Ndjinaa is the first person to come from the African bush with Alzheimer’s. The first, on my long road here in Kaokoland.
12-12-12 has been one of the most beautiful days in my life even when I consider that I had a spade instead of a toilet, that I had to sleep on the backseat of my double cab truck, have to sit under a Mopani and type for dear life due to a very quick fading battery, without any possibility of cell phone reception or a fridge with cold water or beer… I had the opportunity to see a person freed from chains.