My husband, son and I welcomed in the 2016 new year in his home village in rural northern Namibia. One day he took us for a visit to the land he and his mother own, as they are beginning to build on it. In the below video, you will join us for a tour of this land and a drive through the Namibian bush.
It was exciting to step foot in a place where my son would eventually come home to for the holidays. I couldn’t hide how immensely blessed I felt to essentially have access to a piece of the African dream.
Yet there was that quiet nagging that tugged at my excitement. I had felt it before. A sense of something missing. Something that I too was supposed to have.
As we drove through the bush and my husband greeted people along the road, I couldn’t help but wonder about my own African ancestors. What was their village life like? What were their home communities like? What were their staple crops and what traditional dances did they perform. Which gods did they worship?
This curiosity is painstakingly insatiable. The more time I spend in my husband’s village the louder my soul’s cries for answers become.
Though sometimes it’s as if my ancestors are whispering way high up in Namibia’s trees. They want to let me know they are near and that I am home.
In honor of our ancestors…
I’m a firm believer in the energy and power of my ancestors. Thinking about them has often given me the strength to pull through my toughest hours.
Have you ever been to a place that causes you to pause in remembrance of your ancestors? How do you envision their day-to-day lives to have been? Do you wonder about what their lifestyle was like? Do you ever feel them in the air?
Share your thoughts in the comments below!
Eric Madden says
Lol……them ants were on it!!!!!! Put some shoes on girl……lol. Great story. Keep up the good work.
Kaylan (Admin) says
LOL they were evil! Thank you!