Oh ! what a day…

This beautiful morning, the postman put into my grateful hands, Katutura, direct flight from Cape Town !
Let me explain briefly : years back, Mike Deeb, a young christian student and I were pondered on Katutura : the word and its meaning in our struggle context.

It was, so we, South African thought, about the plight of the Windhoek black community deported to a no man’s land they called «a place where we do not stay», in their language «Katutura» (inspired by 2 Co 5 :1).

We did not know, then, that a man was with and near them with his searching heart and head : Wade Pendleton. He wrote and published their life expérience: «Katutura : a place where we do not stay» in 1974… But God’s mills grind exceedingly small… and His resilience in people works wonders. I know !

20 years later, in a follow up book on the people of Katutura, Wade quotes the poet Robert Harrison Isaacks :

Divided they lived in this place



and worked themselves to poverty
Years came and went by
and the war of this humble
people was fought and won

People felt the peace
and their victor was
given the throne
poor as they are still
their hearts are warm
and will live with them
in this place called
Katututra



And this my friend
is the story of this
place called Katutura


And so it is that in 1994, Wade Pendleton published :

Katutura : a place where we stay !

To-night, I hold in my grateful hands : Katutura



Thanks to Blogger ! thanks to the unprogrammed, providential encounter on a tiny rsr island, last July, in CH, with Christian Jacot-Descombes, who sensed the life long reality of Katutura in people and in my own life, and most simply, gave me the tools to reach out to Katutura People, Namibia, to this wonderful writer and friend, Wade Pendleton right south in the fairest Cape ! And Christian Jacot-Descombes had just blessed it all saying : vive Katutura !
Mind you, Katutura lives indeed.





publié par claire marie à 14:47