Zulu was wondering the causes and effects of nature.
Sitting there in the jungle thinking about his tribe people and pondering over
the wealth and riches of the forest and devising plans to protect it was making
him worried. But as the tribe member he was supposed to do it and do it
properly. The white man was never kind to him. They had enslaved his forefathers
and made them slaves; now he sees his kind wandering through unchartered
cultures and lifestyles unknowing what it means to be in a tribe and protect
the forest’s riches. The white man with his crazy ideas have indoctrinated
pretty much everything. Their aim seemed just one culture under one tribe. But
the great gods of the forest prohibits it.
He was in a world where everybody wanted to be masters to
him? Colour of his skin? God knows but the rules of the tribes where very much
clear and that was that mattered and then survival; everything was centred or
brought down to the point of the rules of his tribe or to the love of fellow
tribe men or to other tribes people and despite of all the hardships that he
was facing he knew the lifeline of the tribe was the tribes people itself and
before the word Ubuntu became engraved in computers he knew what it meant – I
am because we are; and that constituted both its good side and bad, but he knew
his tribe well; but he was not ready as of now for him to represent his tribe.