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March 30, 2004, The Paramount Chief, by Jim

 

The plan is for us to drive to the Tribal Authority on Tuesday morning to obtain our PTO (permission to occupy) for the community centre building site. We agree to leave Ndawana at 7:30 AM so we can get to the Paramount Chief’s house in good time. Because it has rained buckets the night before, we decide to drive the long way, back through Underberg, then through Creighton to Riverside, where we turn off onto a narrow track that winds up through a pass and into another valley. By driving hard and fast I get us (Chief Mr. Zala, his chosen elder Mr. Khumalo, Pelelani, Busisiwe, Sibusiso, Khali and me) to the Paramount Chief’s house by 10 AM.

 

Mr. Zala and Mr. Khumalo go into the meeting house while the rest of us wait outside. After a long while an elderly man (who we learn is the Paramount Chief’s right-hand man) comes out to use the toilet, sees us and asks what we are doing. We say we are waiting, and he says he “hates that attitude,” meaning we should have been invited in. At 11:45 we are finally called in.

Photo of meeting with Paramount Chief
Meeting with Paramount Chief.
Mr. Zala waves me to a chair at his side behind the table. The rest of the room is filled with benches and couches around its circular wall. The right-hand man comes in and waves me out of his chair, so I move to a bench. As expected by ancient custom, Busisiwe, as the only woman in our party, kneels on the floor. An elderly man gives her a mat to sit on. Then the paramount chief enters, dressed in a red jumpsuit. He is all of 35 years old, and he tells Busi (a feminist through and through) to sit on the chair I have just been waved out of, since modern women don’t have to sit on the floor. An older woman who is sitting on the floor complains that she has been sitting there all morning, but she is ignored. At one point someone uncovers a large plastic pitcher and hands it to Busisiwe. She takes a drink from the pitcher and hands it to me. It contains a mixture of cornmeal and sour milk. I take my drink, then pass it on to the next person. Actually not half bad.


The Paramount Chief grills Mr. Zala about the project, asking several times in English if it is just one site. He also asks me to confirm that. Then he sends all of us out to another building, where we meet with the right-hand man and plan to meet on Thursday in Umzimkhulu, the administrative centre for the area, where we will fill out forms, get the appropriate stamps, and thus be finished with all the approval we need for our building. The agriculture people will come out to look at the site, but that is just a formality. Then we file back into the meeting room, where the Paramount Chief asks if we are in a rush. We say no, so he sends us back to the other building where we are served lunch. It consists of samp (a mixture of a hominy-like corn mixed with beans), a small portion of spinach and a piece of sheep meat. It is good and filling, and we are all hungry. After we eat, the Paramount Chief meets us in the yard and chats with us as he walks us to the bakkie.


We decide to drive back the short way, which turns out to be only 61 km., to Ndawana. There are the 7 of us and 4 others from the meeting who want a lift. After a couple of km. we meet another group from the meeting and they climb in. There are now at least 20 of us in the bakkie, 5 seated in the cab and at least 15 in the short box, all standing and swaying as we climb groaning out of the valley and around the curves. For a while after we are back on the main road, the road is good, the curves gentle, the hills low. I ask why we had to go the long way this morning. Then we reach road T55, which runs through Ndawana. We turn on to this road and the answer to my question becomes obvious. We ford three rivers and pass numerous places where Busisiwe shows me where a bus was stuck or it was impassable for some reason or another. Very slow, steep, winding and rutted. The short trip home takes exactly the same time as the long trip in the morning. Now all we have to do is go twice the distance to Mzimkhulu on Thursday.

 

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