“Love My Tribe”

TANZANIA Through Harold’s Lens:

I don’t speak “Maa”. The language of the Maasai.

I told my Maasai bi-lingual guide to tell this Maasai woman that she was very beautiful and I loved her jewelry.

She blushed and laughed.

I clicked.

Loved it!

16 responses

    • Thank you Bupe. I have so many warm, rich and tender moments with the Maasai that I have captured with my camera. Each image, as I post it on my blog brings back another wonderful memory from my days on the Serengeti. Occasionally I will put the images on “slideshow” and play some of the rich African music that I brought back. This often brings tears of happiness to my face.


      • Bupe… here goes a few of the albums. I am listening to them now. “The Best Of African Songs. The Safari Sound Band”, “Kilimanjaro Mountain Singing. Moshi Mountain Singers”, “Tanzania Maasai Live Ceremony Singing. Elish’s Arusha Maasai Choir”, “The Great South Africa Discs 1 & 2”, plus a host of singles. Occasionally I will add “Graceland by Paul Simon”. Whenever I am Posting my African images on my Facebook page or http://www.throughharoldslens.com or doing Post Production on them, this music is playing. I get a total experience of memories that way. I think I can actually smell the African grasses.


  1. Thanks for following my blog and liking King’s Africa Adventures on facebook, Mr Green ! Your photos are amazing ! 🙂 Are you in Serengeti now ?


    • Eva, thank you for your nice comments. Right now I am in central Mexico in the highlands, but my heart is on the Serengeti. Especially after selecting some of my images of the Massai, and posting them.


    • Thanks Mike. That smile is exactly what started my shutter finger working. I had actually seen this woman earlier in the day in the Maasai village with other women and I watched her interact and smile. I knew I had to have that smile. So I got my Guide involved and it worked.


      • Mike, they do mind. They are used to seeing the cameras. The key, I found, is to get personal and comfortable with a few of them. Then they will begin to interact with me and that’s when I have the most fun with the camera. Really helps to give them the camera for a bit.


      • Handing that camera over really creates trust. Once in Myanmar I had to load my bicycle onto a truck to backtrack to the highway (bad map). This little pickup had 39 people packed into it and on its rack. A young boy with who I presumed to be his grandfather was grabbing at my water bottle and I saw his was empty. I only had a Burmese phrasebook and I don’t think these two spoke Burmese. Gesturing I said I would give him some water. I could tell his grandfather was a bit uncomfortable but he smiled and nodded. I pulled out my camera and asked if I could take a picture (with my hands). There was not much response so I took a picture of the two of them and turned the camera around to show them the image. Grandfather looked at it, looked at me, pointed to himself as to ask if that was him, and I nodded. He took the camera and started showing everyone and shook the hell out of these two monks to get them to look. Then he gave it back, took off his winter cap (I guess it was cold to them) and asked for a new picture, this time both he and the boy smiling. Hmmm, maybe I will make a post with that story. Nice talking with you, Harold. Cheers


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