African Ethnic Carrying Culture

I remmember my mother carrying everything heavy goods and water, firewood on her head. We never knew it differently as children. In the village where we did heavy work, most seemed logical and comfortable as that was our part of lifestyle. Which is the main reason why people in #Europe especially #Netherlands and around Europe where I have ever travelled and continued to carry my own children at my back and goods or groceries on my head. All not heavy because if this posture thing I really believe in. When I started #babycarryworkout, I never had to doubt the thoughts that every human being needs to practice this natural part of culture.
Of course and once again a lot changed as #Africans and a lot of ancient people were forced to stop believing in their own culture. This has killed the mentality of the new generation unfortunately, such that some will end up even arguing on this trying to convince you differently. But this Zimbabwean mom, grandma is another brilliant proof that does not need to show you any form of research from any Westernized education.
Before I go any further, #culture is to be practiced or ignored due to who and how people are influenced by which society.
African ethnic carrying culture is and focuses on times before queen #Elizabeth introduced a pram. Life started changing and that life before then is what we are trying to encourage every human being to practice.
The woman in the picture is a #Zimbabwean, who didn’t had 50 cents to catch transport to reach the area where the goods were being gathered for the victims of #cycloneidai. Very sad indeed and at the same time very realistic to people who practice this healthy #carrying lifestyle.
This is beyond reality. This is the future reality when nature starts taking its course. We humans are part of nature. The friendly we are to nature the longer we survive. But we have to listen to what nature needs and expects from us.
Think of the day without electricity, day when nature destroys roads and cars. If you survive this. You need to travel from one place to another.
My name is Muchaneta Vandira. Book. African Ethnic Carrying Culture. Waiting to be published. ❣

As an African girl, I had never seen a baby in a pram until I came to the Netherlands. It seemed very common that a newborn baby was immediately transported in a trolley. It also seemed very common that when a baby was born it actually had to go straight to his own room to sleep there and then the mum would walk there 20 times a night to feed and / or to sleep.

I had never seen that in Africa, especially in the countryside where more than 2 children sleep with mum and dad

Maybe that’s how it should be

Before I had children, I thought, maybe it belongs to the poor people who don’t have the money to do all those so-called.n. to buy and use convenient resources.

I do not think so! From an early age I was a girl who wanted to look beyond her own nose. My father always said “it is going to be something with her” and my mother stimulated me in the things that I was curious about.

I’d rather be the only one in hundreds with my own opinion if I stood behind it and believed in it.

In the Netherlands we were in the Statenkwartier a neighbourhood where a lot of expats where my brother, his family and I stayed.
To earn some extra money and also to develop in society. babysitting and domestic help was one of the best options there were for me. As there were enough expats in The Hague, I could easily go to my brother’s colleagues to look after and clean. The language was easy, English. I also studied in English, so Dutch was not really necessary at the time, but I got interested in it. So then just learn the language.

Enough people were very satisfied and wanted to be helped by me. Thanks to my parents who encouraged me so much and had such a positive attitude to life.
Everything was good, even more often helping the neighborhoods with carrying their children.

My mother

My mother had an old sewing machine (Singer) that she operated by hand. She made uniforms for schools with it. It just started with individual people who requested uniforms to their own size. She also did other clothing making and repairing. Patchwork and especially crocheting was also done a lot. I was allowed to help with the little things, it started with filling a bobbin (coil).
Unfortunately my mother died in 2002, but I learned a lot from her, and that made it the way I am now. Be simple.

My children will hopefully learn the same although it is a bit different than how I learned it, since we are still influenced by others and generations

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