I'm glad that there are People around the world do visit my past Bhaca blogs.It encourages me to go deep and deep about their survival.
It is very interesting that they were given odd jobs in urban areas like sweeping the streets,carrying out human bucket faeces
which I saw it in Gauteng in 1965.
Their faces were scratched with Penknife as their symbol of their tradition.Every weekend the different families and friends come together dance,eat and drink the traditional beer.
The boys used to make clay cows and play with sticks where the other stick will block the opponent's one while the other stick will hit the head of the opponent and hit the ribs until the Opponent raise the sticks above his head or say it open "maloojoo" meaning stop you have defeated me.If he continues to fight after being told "maloojoo' then the rest of the boys will attack the one who does not want to stop.
Last time when I visited Mt.Frere known now KwaBhaca there were few houses were occupied by herds of cattle.All the Owners are deceased.I was told the "leader" among the cattle will lead the herd to the nearby pastures and once it becomes sunset the cattle will make their own way back to their respective home kraals.
When I moved to the kraal my accomplice said that "Greet the Spirits.The Deceased are in the cattle." I did the Greeting.
The Cattle stared at me as if they were bringing a message.
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