{"id":164,"date":"2024-05-16T13:59:18","date_gmt":"2024-05-16T13:59:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theministryofmuffins.co.za\/?p=164"},"modified":"2024-05-16T13:59:19","modified_gmt":"2024-05-16T13:59:19","slug":"khwa-ttu-flame-rekindled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theministryofmuffins.co.za\/?p=164","title":{"rendered":"!Khwa ttu: Flame Rekindled"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>&#8216;In the end we will conserve only what we love, love only what we understand, and understand only what we are taught.&#8217; Baba Dioum &#8211; Senegalese Philosopher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is the only combined San project in South Africa, where communities find<br>representation and acceptance. The name means \u2018Waterhole\u2019; begun eleven years ago by<br>anthropologist Michael and his wife Bets, a venture of love and self-denial.<br>In collaboration with !Khwa ttu is Civair, providing a 30minute chopper ride which dips<br>over sand, sea and Robin Island, to our landing at the !Khwa ttu centre up the Cape West<br>Coast.<br><br>Shortly after landing and an introduction to our hosts, we are seated to an organic lunch<br>of waterblommetjie soup, Eland Pie, Lavender shortbread and other local delicacies. As<br>we dine, our host shares with us not only the history of the San and their dispersed plight,<br>but the team\u2019s vision of preserving existing languages as well as remembering those that<br>have died.<br><br>Essentially, Michael explains that surviving San leaders had come to realise that the<br>media had created an image of the San people which needed to be both reclaimed and<br>retold, this time rooted in truth and honesty. So together with the Swiss Ubuntu<br>Foundation, a dilapidated wheat farm of 850hectars (70km outside of Cape Town) was<br>bought, and for seven years, developed. !Khwa ttu, both an NPO and NGO, sought<br>independence as a project, promising equal access and representation to all who could<br>claim San heritage.<br><br>Four years ago !Khwa ttu was officially launched: a restaurant, conference rooms,<br>accommodation for 50 beds (both in the bush camp and guest house) and the highlight; a<br>training centre. Regarding the latter, trainees enjoy nine months of tourism tuition,<br>spending three days in class and three participating in practical work. Culminating these<br>nine months, the idea is that these San descendents graduate with diplomas, bright CV&#8217;s;<br>and a future as tourism guides.<br><br>In the dry sunlight, we are then introduced to Andre Vaalbooi, our guide to the world of<br>San heritage, folklore, legend and plants.<br><br>In the surrounding bush, looking nondescript and thorny, Andre brings different plants to<br>life: their uses, antidotes and poisons. We had stepped into a chemist, scanning the isles<br>of nature. Wooden signs indicated medicinal categories, as \u2018Women\u2019s Health\u2019 presented<br>shrubs to induce childbirth, whilst another sort of leaf when ground, was said to ease the<br>pain of labour. Nothing was forgotten, nothing overlooked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Turning the path corner, we step lightly into a recreated bush-camp; with seven huts, a<br>lady seated in the dust. Original San; beads, loin cloth and sparks of fire. So whilst the<br>woman clicked in San, Andre interpreted and explained how clothing had been made<br>from animal hide and how it would have differentiated for the single and married<br>individual. With a loin cloth strapped over his own trousers, Andre showed how the<br>material around the buttocks area would have been pulled when one was about to be<br>seated, and tucked when needing to run. We smiled.<br><br>Then Fire. A man, Andre explains, would have been prohibited from marrying until such<br>time as he could start a fire. So he showed how two dry sticks would be rubbed together,<br>and how a tiny plume of smoke was then supposed to rise. &#8216;So maybe that\u2019s why I\u2019m not<br>married&#8217;, he complained. The task appeared almost impossible.<br><br>After a sip of buchu tea as we congregated around what would have been the campfire, it<br>was back to the main camp, a quick peruse of the documentary style photographic<br>exhibition.<br><br>Too soon though, we were heading back for Cape Town.<br><br>The day hadn\u2019t been spent pouring over books or reading archive material of what was.<br>Rather it was retold and related in the mother-tongue of Africa: oral tradition. Andre had<br>been our equivalent of a granny sitting at the fire place, teaching the young deep into the<br>night about life, lest she be taken from it without warning, leaving those left behind<br>vulnerable for lack of knowledge.<br><br>Here we stood having paid homage to what would have been the ancestors, their stillness<br>now finding a voice in Andre and people like him; the trainees we had met. How<br>privileged we had been to peer into that world through porthole of !Khwa ttu. Had we<br>had time, I would have loved to sleep in the bush camp. 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