Ants Story

 

Ants story

At the University of Namibia, where I was pursuing my Bachelor of Education (Hon) at the time, I met a man named Kakeeja Rutjindo. He went by the name "the delayed academic," and although he appeared to be a quiet man, he was anything but. Ask Chief David Tjimuhiva of Omakange about his friendship with everyone to learn more about his positive quality. You can ask our cherished mother Dina Tjimuhiva about this man's short fuse if you want to know. Being a psychologist by nature, I dealt with him in a variety of settings on the campus, including the academic hall, dining hall, and other hangout spots.

 

He once interrupted Dr. Lukas Julius while he was asking us to give him time so the class could ask questions. He said, "No, you stop that lady, she's wasting our time." Omukuenda zohindja kotjinyo mbwae. I must stop Mr. Rutjindo so that we can allow the class to ask questions because I have been a student at the university for a long time and because Dr. Lukas Julius, who was my age, was the best lecturer.

There is no such thing as a stupid question, but the woman who asked Mr. Rutjindo that day proved that to be false. I am familiar with the woman by her name; she was a close friend of mine, and I am aware that she asked that question on purpose because I used to press them with difficult inquiries.

Our best lecturers were Dr. Lukas Julius and Dr. Enos Simasiku, who were then known as Mr. Julius and Mr. Simasiku. I used to meet them in Windhoek, and they are great friends of mine. Academic life is the best life ever.

That was only an introduction; I'll get to the main story now. In our first year at the University, this man told me a story about ants. After finishing his education, this man returned to Opuwo and began working as a teacher at the lovely I.K. Tjimuhiva Combined School, which is located in the Omusati region and where I went to primary school. The man was a smart student or you could say he is an A student and received an award at UNAM during those years. However, after that, he never returns to Windhoek. He only came back to Windhoek to come and register for his postgraduate this year 2023. This year, he reminded me of the ant story as we were traveling to UNAM. The man is a storyteller, and once you start listening to him, you won't want to stop.

 

He claimed that there is no distinction between humans and ants and that ants behave according to their colour—black ants behave like people of colour of that colour, and brown ants behave similarly to those of that colour. He has highlighted many points, but today I'd like to focus on a few of them.

Don't miss the rest of the story tomorrow…

Aakwambi day

 

Aakwambi day

Through Dr. S.V.V. Nambala and my friend Sioni Iikele, who is knowledgeable about Oshiwambo culture in general and particularly Uukwambi culture, specifically kiiti kiidhiluka, Uukwambi tuukeme, and omukwambi kaningwa elenga, I listen to and study Uukwambi history. One of the clans has always been chosen to be the royal clan among the Aakwambi people. Other clans never competed for political leadership; only this one did. First, the Aatundu (Aakwaluvala, Aakwahongo = Zebra) Clan was a royal clan in Uukwambi. From Ondonga came the royal clan of the Uukwambi Zebra. Three brothers from the Zebra Clan Nakwedhi, Nuuyoma, and Neema migrated from Ondonga to Uukwambi in the past. They discovered the Bushmen in Uukwambi, who were the region's original residents. These men took lovely Bushmen women for themselves because they were not married. Nakano, a girl, was taken by Nakwedhi. Fakala and Mbugulu, two girls, were taken by Nuuyoma for himself. Additionally, Neema wed Niigogo, another girl.

We'll talk about the history of the Uukwambi people next time; for now, let's talk about the triple one plus one, also known as Aakwambi Day or 1111. When my friend Fanuel Katshinatsha, who has a thick Kwambi accent, told me one day that he was going to Uukwambi for the weekend, I asked him, "What are you going to do this time at Uukwambi?" He claimed that he mainly miss the mice in his house. He caught my attention, and I was curious as to what the significance of mice was, as well as, once more, what you intended to do with them, my brother. He claimed that mice are the best meat ever; did you ever try it? I reacted "no boss,". You don't understand nice meat, he said, adding, "We Kwambi are unique people. Did you know that we have our own holiday called Kwambi Day?" I remarked that I am not the boss. My friend, the 11th of November is the National Day in Uukwambi for kwambi people only. Do you know that we have some marks under our eyes that represent the 11th of November, 11? He began by telling me the entire story about Kwambi Day. Compared to other tribes in Namibia, we are unique. The community of Uukwambi places a lot of significance on those marks. If you were a child and fell ill with swollen eyes, you would typically have your undereyes cut so that blood could be used to treat your eyes, a practice known as "omeho/omesho yohuli/yoshuli." I hope you now understand how November 11th becomes our holiday.

Happy Kwambi day

The Himbacracy Philosopher

Ehungi ra Tjijeura na Tjijombo mokangoze okaendjezewa ouhunga nongomona momatukupo.

 

Ehungi ra Tjijeura na Tjijombo mokangoze okaendjezewa ouhunga nongomona momatukupo.

 

Mbwae tjiri Musengua Given Abubar Tjijeura.

 

Tjijeura: Mbwae Tjijombo uripi?

 

Tjijombo: Mbarara mbwae.

 

Tjijeura: Morara vi ovakweṋu amu vezuu okutja mave kupu?

 

Tjijombo: Kapeno 'uzeu vesa ovandu vekupe mbwae.

 

Tjijeura: Mbwae otjiti, ove monyanda nu, otukupo hwi twarire ongendo, mokamuna ovasuko vetu vakupirirwa tjiri.

 

Tjijombo: Mbwae otjiti, ovandu mave kupu, ovasuko vao uriri.

 

Tjijeura: Ovanatje tjiva va urisa ooihe pozonganda, ihe tjamunu mundu ngweya nu mavanga okukupa, ma yandjerere pamwe novakwao masuve opuwo.

 

Tjijombo: Okutja omundu ma yandjwa motjiwangungu tji muna oku yandjwa mozonḓa ku mbi zuva?

 

Tjijeura: Ove monyanda re? Ngatu kare pomikandi avihe, vyo matukupo mokazuva uriri omukazendu waya rukuru nambono nai tjiri.

 

Tjijombo: Vitjitwa tjiri?

 

Tjijeura: Tji uhina ongamburiro, ngatu tu turike, tukapure ku Miṱiri Katundu wa Utapi, korupo kOtjouje.

 

Tjijombo: Ahahaha, aye perinawa mbwae.

 

Ondimwa ye hungi, okutja okukupa katuvanga twaura, otjikwe notjipangise. Undjee matuya arikana, posiya ngwato zombotu nga karare.

 

Omutjange: Himbacracy Philosopher

Ngajozikue Judah Pule Muharukua Bok Ram

 

Ngajozikue Judah Pule Muharukua Bok Ram

                                    Onjose yOngua yaKaoko Annual Tournament 2022

One of the well-known age-mate organizations is Otjiuondo tjOnjose yaKaoko, which consists of young men who do not fold blankets. They host the best tournament ever in the Kunene region and beyond on the weekend of October 21-22, 2022. Many people who attended the tournament stated that it was the best tournament they had ever seen. Playing sports allows people to form friendships that they would not have formed otherwise. Sports bring people from various backgrounds and communities together. Many times, friendships formed on the field last even when the person is no longer involved in sports. Over the weekend, the Otjiuondo tjOnjose yOngua yaKaoko tournament did the same. Many people travelled long distances to attend the tournament, which was well-organized by the Otjiuondo tjOnjose yaKaoko.

Anyway, I'm the Himbacracy Philosopher, and I've written articles about Himba rules in general and academic life, and today I've just begun with the Otjiuondo tjOnjose yOngua because it was the main event we had over the weekend in Opuwo that brought one of the most beautiful and attractive competitions to take place in Opuwo during the tournament. Riseuapo Daniel Muharukua, the Omukuejuva man of Omuzi, has a son who turns out to be a young man named Ngajozikue Judah Pule Muharukua. Years ago, the young man told me that he wanted to inspire the youth of Kaokoland to pursue careers in agriculture, particularly small livestock.

He approached me two weeks before the tournament about the Bok Ram competition; I didn't know the name because I am just a typical Himba who knows only ongombo yotjiuru otjiserandu, and I also didn't know goats of the redhead have different types, as he told me. I just asked if you think those people will compete, and he said it doesn't matter because I want us to inspire the youth of Kaokoland and others to do the same. I referred him to Mr. Jeura Dixon Tjauira, the tournament organizer because I didn't have much to say to him.

I had no idea what their agreement was, but he called me in the afternoon and said, "mbwae muhona uripi?" He always gives me value when he wants me to help him. I said I was at home, but I'm going to the University of Tjama Tjivikua, also known as the Namibia University of Science and Technology (NUST), to defend my thesis. He stated, "I need your assistance, muhona." I am a human being full of humanity, and I just told him to see me around 16h00, so we cut our conversations short. At 16h00, I called and said, "I am home and I have a lot to prepare just come now or later I will not get time." He simply replied, "meya nambano muhona."

African and African times have never gone hand in hand, which I believe is correct because African time was determined by the sun and night rather than the watch on the arm. Ngajozikue did not arrive on time, but once he arrived, he forced me to design the advertisement immediately, and after a few days, he returned with the raffle tickets for the Ram Bok competition, which I did without hesitation because there is an Otjiherero proverb that says "you never know what will take you to Epembe." I don't know what the future holds, so I prepare for the worst.

I recently heard otjitamba moutwa, which is similar to ohambo or otjihandura, and we have ovitambatundu. It was Friday, October 20, 2022, the police officers' and teachers' payday, and Ngajozikue was reporting from Kamanjab police station in Kunene region that he was busy registering his Bok Ram and that he had returned from his ohambo, where he kept his livestock known as otjitamba moutwa. Ngajozikue is one of those special people who farm inside the red line, and he has the goats required for the market. Ngajozikue gave the second report in Opuwo at Ueii's car wash after a few hours, inviting people to come and buy the tickets.

Yesterday, on Sunday, October 23, 2022, Opuwo made history when a young man drove one of the standard Bok Rams to Opuwo from "mehi romoukoto" inside the redline just for the competition. Over the phone, Unaro Tjivahe, one of the farmers, confirmed that Ngajozikue always injects his goats two weeks after the first spring rains, and then every two weeks to six weeks after the first frost. However, he remains vigilant when it rains heavily, as there are more parasites and more frequent dosing is required. "ozonduezu za Ngajozekue ombindu okuura," he said, referring to their full blood, with good records and history.

As previously stated, history was made in Opuwo for the first time when the Bok Ram yomutengwa Ngajozikue Judah Pule Muharukua was won by an 8-month-old boy named Eengui Dixon Tjauira the son of Jeura Dixon Tjauira. Mr. Tjauira organizer of the tournament Otjiuondo tjOnjose yOngua yaKaoko. It was an unforgettable experience for the father and mother to witness the best tournament in Opuwo as well as the first competition of that nation in Kaokoland. Mr. Tjauira and his family deserve congratulations.

 

Onjose yOngua yaKaoko Annual Tournament 2022 Prizes

 Soccer

Champions: Epupa zebra star B

Runner-ups: Epupa zebra star A

Semi Losers: Otuvero & Opuwo young rangers

 Individual awards for Soccer

Top goal scorer: Ozil Tutjavi - Otuvero

Player of the Tournament: Calvin Muelihekatji- Epupa

Goalkeeper of the tournament: Russo Antonio-Epupa

 Netball

Champions: Hotspring N.C

Runner-up: Opuwo young rangers

Semi Losers: Young Queens & Nampol

 Legend

Champions: Onjose yOngua F.C

Runners up: AmaTeachers F.C

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The Himbacracy Philosopher

 

Toti Kalunga owandjeni? (Do you consider God to be from your home?)

 

Toti Kalunga owandjeni? (Do you consider God to be from your home?)

A man from Opuwo residing in Windhoek needed N$100.00 one day, and he has a friend who is a Kwambi woman in Opuwo. To beg her for N$100.00, he chooses to call his buddy, a Kwambi woman. The gentleman referred to his Kwambi acquaintance and said, "Life is not always balanced as they used to say." According to the saying, a good friend is one who assists you in times of need rather than abandoning you to fend for yourself. However, things did not turn out as predicted that day. A man from Opuwo who lives in Windhoek phoned a Kwambi woman on the phone, and despite the fact that one of them speaks Otjiherero and the other Oshiwambo, both of them are able to communicate in both languages.

Even in your darkest mood, when someone welcomes you with a genuine smile and sincerity, most likely you would notice the greeting and reply correctly, the gentle began chatting in Oshiwambo to arrange his friend. Such a greeting has the potential to be so potent that it could even cause you to grin and instantly lift your mood. In response to the woman's initial "ongiini lyamee" (How are you, my buddy) question, a Kwambi woman said, "nawa owala shike." Good, what do you want? She asked. The man replied, "What's up, my dear friend? I suppose greeting is one of the essential roles of communication and generates constructive dialogues. Or maybe you didn't want me to greet you in Oshiwambo or Oshikwambi for that matter.

 I thought greeting will make us feel more personally connected to one another. I apologize for my ignorance; I believed a simple (ngiini) could make someone like you who is alone smile. I had no idea that it would make you upset. I don't have time to continue with those many stories, so just tell me what you want me to do for you, she said. The man responded, "Please lend me N$100.00." Please lend it to me; I need it. What have you ever given me in your life, or just that refreshing drink you bought for me at Spar, the Kwambi woman retorted? The guys countered that I had previously purchased airtime. Do you think Kalunga wandjeni, I won't squander my money, my dear, and sometimes you think maybe God won't care for us as much as care for you? The woman retorted.

According to the Otjiherero proverb "The gentleman wa rasa orutake" (the gentleman licked a stirring stick), the gentleman had very significant issues. The man was at a loss for words once more. In Otjiherero, there is a proverb that reads, "Ehi ra ura ovikombe, ovakazendu va ura ovarumendu" (Wives conquered husbands and dust defeated brooms). i.e., things are in disarray and the situation has altered. The lady did not take into account the Oshiwambo saying, which reads, "The one who gives you little is better than nothing," but she thought the refreshing drink and the airtime were little to her. There are no ladders to go to the sky, so one cannot climb it. In the event that your defender perishes, you are left helpless and stranded. As a result of his shock, the man cut off the phone without saying goodbye.

Written by: The Himbacracy Philosopher

Story of the Pretty Kwambi Lady I Met in the University

 

Story of the Pretty Girl I Met in the University

I went to the university to learn things, and other than that, I had nothing else on my mind. It's possible that luck won't come just because we hope for it. Since I had no idea what I would receive at the university, the saying "omeho kaye tjaerwa okumuna otjiṋa tji tji ha horekerwe" came to mind as to how this could possibly occur to me. Indicating that if something is not hidden, eyes won't be denied seeing it. Before Dr. Simasiku's class, which is the one I enjoy attending the most, in the early morning at Khomasdal Campus, I noticed this stunning Kwambi girl heading to the library. I make the decision to go to the library so I can spy on her there. She became more attractive as I got closer to her, but when I requested her number, she ignored me while accepting my greeting.

My thoughts kept returning to the fact that I needed to take action in order to get her number. While someone who merely sits around will never be successful at anything, someone who actively searches will probably uncover something beneficial. I did not pay attention to the class throughout that time. I was considering that beautiful lady.  I returned home while contemplating her because the night had been quite lengthy. I want to return and consider how I will approach her the following day. The girl was my senior; I didn't realize until much later that she was in her second year and I was in my first.

I believe I woke up early the following morning at 5:30 a.m. It was really dim. The humid summer air made me resent that I can't put off getting up. Sometimes growing up stinks. The dark room screamed back! Everything was dispersed everywhere as if they were all resisting waking awake. Since I did not have time to speak with the lovely Kwambi girl which was not a problem because I was already interested in her I was unaware of her tribe and did not take into account any rumours about her tribe.

"Wake up, man." I had a dream that someone had told me it was time. My ears felt as though cold iron had been poured into them. And all of a sudden, my forehead started to feel heated. This comforting caress that a woman can give. ‘I understand that leaving home is difficult, but you must leave to continue I was dreaming. I got ready and left to meet my friend at the University of Namibia's Khomasdal campus. We were traveling from my house to the Khomasdal campus. I was ready to search for the beautiful girl. The taxi arrived at 6:25. The escalator shook.

My hopes of the taxi being late were dashed, I realized. I boarded the taxi and we drove to Khomasdal. I sat down in my chair while still feeling tired in the hopes of having a pleasant dream. I immediately went to the DH Dining Hall to see if I could find her there. While there, I sat down next to Mr. Rutjindo, also known as Mr. K. K, who began chatting with me about the Okakarara girl who had caused him to misplace his computer charger and whom Mr. Tjaveondja had expressed interest in speaking with. As I made a right turn, I grumbled something. At that moment, I noticed a stunning Kwambi girl eating silently while keeping her jaw still.

Oh, dude! What a stunning woman. Round face, fair skin, and bright eyes. I went crazy looking at her coal-black Kwambi. I thought she was more attractive than Miss Namibia of that year while sitting away through the next window in the hallway. When she addressed the man seated in front of me as "Mr. Musutua," her attractive voice drove me bonkers. I couldn't stop staring at her. She turned around, her eyes glistening. I was more irritated by the internal struggle I was having. Or not to approach her. As usual, I came up short. I only ever become fixated on a stranger female for those four hours, believing I would never see her again. If I release her without speaking to her or obtaining her phone number. Then I cross the most stunning young woman. Ever.

Everyone makes oneself look better by imagining that other people see them the same way. She may not have understood what I wanted, but I really wanted it. I would say woman rather than girl. The woman who gave me a big smile at the whole is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. I first noticed her early in the morning. I adore Ms. H. Temoteus and her attractiveness, and she is the most BEAUTIFUL person I have ever seen.

I couldn't recall exactly where my lessons were that week. I did recall the time period, but I was picturing a stunning woman. One day, I was already running behind schedule; my 2 o'clock class had already begun, and I had just arrived at her class to ask for her phone number. I wasn't sure if she would give it to me because she didn't mind when I called her when I was in the DH. I was trying to check through the door, but since Dr. Julius was giving a lecture in the class, I could check adequately.

I suddenly saw a short, skinny female passing by me. Although I couldn't see her face, she had handbooks that her lecturer had given her. I reasoned that she must be enrolled in the same class. Then casually walked after her. The DH was a three-minute walk from the library, and I knew she would panic if she saw me following her for such a long distance.

The little girl was clothed entirely in black, and you could see the stray hairs flying out of the ponytail that had been haphazardly pulled back into a ponytail. I stared directly into her dark, smouldering eyes as she spun around to gaze at the person she believed had been stalking her through her spectacles. Eyes with a little concerned expression and an absence of shine in the proper proportion. Eyes that might seduce you without your knowledge. I urged her to introduce me to her class's most attractive student. She queries who that Hilya or person is. I remarked, "I don't know her; perhaps she is that one."

I was so confused that I missed seeing her face the beautiful girl. Those smouldering eyes were all I could think about. We've read and watched so much about it that to mention it now would seem too clichéd. However, all romance begins with that first glance. She must have noticed the books I was holding and realized I wasn't a stalker, just another classmate. She entered the room as I did, and as the lecturer started introducing English terms, the image of a lovely girl's grin grew more alluring and I started to give it a lot of thought.

I was running late again the next day. The girl with the black eyes ran past me once more as I descended at the university. It is a well-known truth that latecomers tend to show up rather frequently, and she shouted, "Hilya omumati omuherero ngwali tekupula ohela oye nguno." I don't want to reveal her name, but a stunning woman asked her in Oshiwambo, "okwahala shee?" Another girl said, "I do know okwekuhala mbela." The attractive woman wore all white today, including a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a pair of sky blue jeans. I had a strong urge to look into her eyes. She has an attraction of any kind, but on that day I was thinking about those troubled eyes was killing me. She turned around again today, shocking me by allowing me to see her face when I had thought I would never be able to go past those eyes. I asked for her phone number, but she refused to give it to me once more. She did behave improperly toward me, but she refused to give me her phone number.

She had baby-like features, sparkling white skin, and a short, blunt nose that split her round cheeks. These were, by a long shot, the biggest inflated cheeks I had ever seen. She had the most visible smoulder on her nose, giving off the impression that something was wrong. I'm aware that this sounds awful to the ears, but that's how I felt at the time. I'm not sure why. She is taking longer to give me her phone number.

After several months passed, the lovely girl offered me her phone number. I finally made the decision to call her and tell her the truth about who I am and what I want from her. I was given her phone number, but she did not take me. I had been coming to her whenever I saw her and whenever I had something to give in order to show her my affection. She finished her academics earlier than I did when she was my senior. After she finished her studies in my senior year, I tried to contact her but was unable for four months. Actually, I decided to send her a Whatsapp message because her phone number was invalid.

I requested that she respond as soon as she received the message because I still needed to talk to her. After a month, she responded, "Sorry, I'm not used to being on the network, but I got a temporary job at one school here in the Ongandjera areas. But I'm sorry still I'm not available for you now if God made us be together, don't worry, but not now." I'm not ready to be in a relationship with you right now but don't worry, we can still be friends if that's not the case. I've been attempting to contact her with the same tale for seven years since nothing can stop you from searching for someone you love.

The narrative is lovely and lengthy. We communicate well and I still love her. The lovely woman has only grown more lovely, and she works as a teacher somewhere in the Anamulenge constituency of Outapi.

To continue the narrative...

 

Many people in Namibia and beyond have misconceptions about Ovahimba marriage.

 

Many people in Namibia and beyond have misconceptions about Ovahimba marriage.

The Ovahimba culture has the strongest belief in quality history, making it the only one in Africa that does not lose sight of its roots. The Ovahimba culture typically does things that will not turn people against one another in the future, but there are a few significant things that most people do not understand about the Ovahimba culture because most other people have forgotten their roots.

The Ovahimba tribe historically wedded within their own groups. They have little faith in unions with members of other tribes due to a variety of reasons, including their desire to avoid pointless arguments. As a result, they rarely wed strangers. The Ovahimba think that great leadership is a prerequisite for anyone who wants to marry their child because they do not allow their children to marry everyone because they have strong leadership. One secret that most people haven't figured out is getting married to your muramwee, or tjiramwe as most people refer to it. The Ovahimba language is a powerful language that uses names specifically, in contrast to English which can use one word to refer to three different people. For example, the word cousin does not specify what types of cousins you are referring to, and the words aunt, uncle, and so on are all called differently and have different meanings in the Ovahimba language. Because the word has been misinterpreted and the majority of the other tribes in Namibia do not place it differently because they have lost the importance of their language, they do not call things correctly, and because of Christianity, they even have through their language names.

The Ovahimba wedded their tjiramwee understanding that a disagreement between the two would not take longer because they are one and share similar ideas and cultural practices because the phrase "blood thicker than water" has a significant meaning and is a caring one. Because they value extended families and appreciate all people, I hope other tribes have seen that all Ovahimba are family. The Ovahimba wedding ceremony differs from other wedding ceremonies that evolve into western ceremonies in that it does not involve lavish spending or the slaughter of a large number of cattle because the Ovahimba do not believe in one-day food but instead care for the young couple to live a healthy life free of debt. They handed the couple the cattle to utilize when they start their new life together rather than slaughtering a lot of livestock and spending a lot of money. Parents are always monitoring the relationships between the spouses to determine if they are mistreating one another or not and to ensure that they are still able to grow as individuals on a cultural level. Because people must leave to start their new lives together, the Ovahimba wedding does not last longer than two days. If it does, it may end up costing more than expected. Additionally, because the wedding is an internal affair involving only the couple, there is no need to invite the entire community.

The Ovahimba wedding is full of interesting conversation topics.

 

The Himbacracy Philosopher: Uerimanga Tjijombo