I have a very tough living environment at the Masai Tribe in Kenya. No electricity charging, no hot water shower.
The animals wake up at 5 am, birds start singing, cows are mooing, and roosters call out cock-a-doodle-doo. I wake up with them and feel at one with nature.
World of Animals: New Golden Rule
Visiting the animals in Kenya is a special experience. I witness so many dead buffalos and zebras’ ribs and freshly torn off by the lions; the wildebeests eaten by crocodiles in the river…I cannot help thinking how competitive this world is: big eats little, the new golden rule.
I also learn that all of these animals that have been killed were usually left alone, and that’s when the Lions got a chance to attack them. Animals have a much stronger sense of community than other non-African people; this is why I relate to this community sense of animals and to Peris, the Kenyan lady I met on the plane, how she told me networking is critical in Kenya: no matter buying potatoes or veggies, she has all the networks to have those delivered to her house every day and makes her life so convenient…..
The Maasai Tribe, My Beautiful Scarf
The Maasai mornings always energize me. Even though I am still suffering from fatigue it is impossible not to feel the magic in the air. Waking up at 6 am to work with the Maasai tribe is an unforgettable part of this trip.
The Maasai village is 200 meters from my tent. I walk with Masasa to help his mom to milk the cow. There are as many cows in the village as there are 160 tribe people. The tribe neighborhood is a square surrounded by a one-story house, which serves as a defense against other animals such as the cheetah.
I start by milking the cow. I hold a longhorn shape container next to one nipple while a baby cow drinks thirstily from the other. Somehow I feel like I am competing with the baby for mommy’ milk. That is everyone’s breakfast there. I am told that milking is a woman’s job…….
“Now You Are Masai People”
As he tells me his story, I am wondering how they can be stronger than the lion. He tells me that the adults there only eat two meals: breakfast drinking milk, dinner drinking cow blood. The cow blood makes them so strong. Only children have lunch because they don’t have money to buy veggies and food.
I can’t help but wonder what cow blood tastes like. Although this is a completely different world for me, I suddenly feel so engaged with them and part of the tribe.
Masasa used the local plants that can generate orange color and made me a Masai face. He said: “Now you are Masai people. I wish you make babies. If you make babies, that means you are lucky.”
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