Let me just take you briefly to the Valley of 1000 Hills in South Africa, where the land is like a face full of ancient lines and wrinkles.
We can smell the wood smoke from the fires burning in the domed huts. Our ears are filled with the distinctive click of the indigenous language. You can’t help but hesitantly test your own tongue on the roof of your mouth, only to realize it is not as easy as it sounds. The earth beneath the dancers feet rises up in small, red clouds as they stamp the ground. Drummers beat out the frenetic rhythm on animal skins stretched across steel drums until it hums in your own chest. We sit on woven grass mats watching colourful beads flash and spears thrust.
“You cannot know the good within yourself if you cannot see it in others.” Zulu Proverb