Enslaved

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.