The other day my grandpa called to me to come downstairs and eat. The first time he called i did not pay attention , then he called my name once more with a little bit louder and annoyed, it made me laugh alitte because i had to think of home when my mum used to shout ‘Iwe Clarita’ and i never responded to that for whatever reason.
Only when she then got annoyed and called ‘MUNTU’ I used to jump up and instantly do what she asked. Muntu is derived from UMUNTU which in Zulu and my mother tongue means Person/Human. There is a saying in Zulu that goes like –umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu – you are who you are because of how you relate to others around you, and off course I did not instantly think of this when Muntu crossed my mind but this axiom is the most fitting to what I imagine my blog to be and become. When I hear or read Muntu I feel at home. I feel as if I still live with my parents and my mother is calling me from the next room to come and fetch something for her, I forget the feeling of solitariness and feel cherished. This is my ammunition to leading a whole new life without worry or fear and then off course writing about it. 😀
photo credits Kimberly Krieger