Africa
is full of interesting and inspiring traditions. The vivid example is the Himba
tribe of Namibia. These people believe their children are conceived from the
day the mother thinks about them in their mind.
The birth date of a
child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are
conceived, but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind.
When a woman decides
that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and
she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And
after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be
the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to
physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the
child, as a way to invite it.
When the mother is
pregnant, she teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of
the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people
around her sing the child’s song to welcome it.
As the child grows
up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. For example, if the child
falls, hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it.
When the child does
something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of
honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe
there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at
any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social
act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in
the community form a circle around him. Then they sing their song to him!..
The
tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment;
it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song,
you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way
through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally,
when this person is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or
her song, and they sing – for the last time – the song to that person.
What do you think about such a
tradition?
Oodera
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