faces of namibia behind the scenes...

Faces of Namibia is my new portrait project. Here I'm telling you the stories behind the scenes of individual photographs. What I have experienced and felt in this particular moment and the thoughts these people have triggered in my mind.

 

I hope to create a more complete picture of the photograph and the individual with this project. Any thoughts are much appreciated as comment!

mineral miner namibia hohenstein
mineral miner namibia hohenstein

 

This guy is one of the mineral miners of the Hohensteinfels, which is more than 1.800 m high and the highest mountain in Namibia and therefore higher than Spitzkoppe. We were on our way in a game drive vehicle to the edge of the mountain where we wanted to start to hike to visit the mineral miners.

We decided to pick up this miner who was on foot with 10 liter of petrol and food in the midday heat of 35 degrees with his cap (against the sun, not he cold). I used the opportunity to talk to him and ask him as much as possible about his live as a miner, mining in general, his country, his desires and his concerns.

You just have to look in his eyes and have in mind that these guys drill wholse of not more than 1 m diameter for years until they reached a depth between 50 and 100 m, always hoping for the one lucky mineral pocket which makes them rich or at least enables them to provide for their family. These guys live on the bare stone in cages or small tents somewhere in the Hohensteinfels without any further security or help.

These man deeply impressed me, their live if even more tough than I can imagine and still they give you an honest an descent smile, at least most of them – some are also lost…

 

mineral seller brandberg namibia
mineral seller brandberg namibia

 

This guy was one of my first challenges and many more were to come. We were at the Brandberg filling station as one of our tires had a puncture. During the waiting time each and every stone seller approached us and tried his luck. Money was of course out of scope, but food was discussed in detail. He tried to get everything and as much food as possible from our car and moreover he was able to chat me up and convice me to buy him a can of fish on top. The Herero lady behind the counter was only shaking one`s head.

I still remember this man with good feelings, even as he was only playing his role – a special role for every different tourist. But I was also playing a role, a different role for every local to show me something special in front of my lense…

 

himba namibia Epupa falls
himba namibia Epupa falls

Visiting the Himba tribe in the northwest of Namibia close to the angolan boarder was one of the main reasons for this year`s trip to Namibia. Besides that I wanted to drive all the way north to the Epupa Falls on my own. The Himba are indigenous people as well as the San who used to live in the Kalahari. The main difference between both is that the San were hunters and collectors and the Himba are cattle breeders and therefore still partially be able to live a traditional seminomadic life. Many documentaries and photographs show a rather romantic picture of the Himba, which is not always necessarily the case. 

Besides that new technologies as the Internet and Smartphones don`t remain hidden as well as the abuse of alcohol. The region is currently facing a series draught for many years and nearly all the cattle has dies. As a consequence many Himba don`t have anything to do and don`t know what to do the whole day. One of the self evident easy answers is nothing but drinking. Besides that it is easy to beg tourists to give them money as there are enough. 

In more rural areas the Himba do still live quite isolated and look very skinny, especially compared to the ones who live close to Epupa and developed skills to live from tourists. 

Of course I´m part of the problem as a tourist. If I visit a Kraal and bring food or give them money I engage them to beg even harder. Besides many wonderful experiences with the Himba, the Himba culture is also disenchanted for me. As always reality is more complex than expected and easy solutions are a fairy tale. Please feel invited to visit the Himba on your own and form an opinion on your own.

 

faces of namibia: boy katutura township windhoek namibia
faces of namibia: boy katutura township windhoek namibia

 

Have a deep look into the eyes of this boy from Katutura Township in Windhoek, I couldn`t tell you more…

 

I met this little boy in a kindergarden in the township of Katutura in Windhoek Namibia. We just arrived in Windhoek in the late afternoon and were already sitting at the back of an old Land Rover Defender and in the middle of Katutura. It is hot and windy and all the different  still strange smells are around me and I´m getting drawn into Africa and into Katutura. One moment before I was still a European in Europe and right now I´m a white guy in a black township. The next moment the defender stops directly in front of a kindergarden and seconds later I´m surrounded by a crowd of kids inside, curious and friendly kids – some curious because of my skin colour, some as I´m a complete stranger from far far away and some because of my camera in front of me. Everybody was running around me, coming close directly in front of the lense, because nobody knows how a camera works, but everybody wants to come close and try to understand how the camera works and of course all oft hem want to see the pictures.

 

But one boy is different his facial and hand expression is still a mystery for but. He has that certain something, he is different, I don`t know why, but he clearly is. He is one of many living proofs to me, you can achieve everything what you want to regardless of origin. I do have that feeling that this kid plays an important role in the future and he will know how to play…

 

faces of namibia: girl katutura township windhoek namibia
faces of namibia: girl katutura township windhoek namibia

 

What do you see while looking into the deep eyes of this kindergarden girl. A girl living in the township of Katutura in Windhoek – poverty, desperation, discouragement? I do see intelligence, hope and curiosity and this gives me hope for this young African generation. Hope for a better education and hope for change for the better. All the best for you little girl, you deeply impressed me…

 

himba child red drum kaokoveld, faces of namibia
himba child red drum kaokoveld, faces of namibia

 

That little boy lives with his very young mother in the Kaokoveld close to the so called „Red Drum“, which is located more or less in the middle of nowhere – nowhere because of no medical care, no schools and currently also no food because of a serious draught.

Future prospects for this little boy are far away from good. But even with this poor prospects he survived until today. Growing up in a semi arid area with a constant lack of water and food forces you to grow up quickly and become an adult soon.

His eyes already tell the story of hostile life conditions, but they also tell the story of a strong boy who wants to survive, who wants to live, to feel and to be happy in his life at the end of the world at the Red Drum and for sure he will fight for it… 

 

herero man kaokoveld namibia
herero man kaokoveld namibia

 

If you want to learn something about life you just have to look him into the eyes. Senior man and women living in desert or semi arid areas do have a special wisdom, freedom and calmness in their eyes which I can`t explain, but which I deeply feel and adore. There seems to be a secret about life I haven`t still fully understood, I do have a faint idea but can`t really absorb it. The good news about this conclusion is, that I have to go back again to the desert and semi arid areas in Africa, these places which taught me so much about myself and life…

 

herero women kaokoveld namibia
herero women kaokoveld namibia

 

Finding a Heero women in her typical dress is not too difficult, if you are in the correct part of Namibia. However finding and photographing is sometimes a bit different and mostly connected with money or buying some souveniers.

This shot was a lucky coincidence. We were driving on the Pad D3707 – the Himba Highway - in the Kaokoveld, we were heading west to Opuwo after a coupke of wundeful nights at Etambura. Close to the village Kaoko Otavi we were lost. The Pad couldn`t even hardly been seen, especially not in the dry riverbed.

We crossed a kettle post and a view Herero women, man and children were sitting in their typical clothes in the shade under a tree. I stopped the car, jumped out and asked them for destinations. In the beginning they were kind of confused and reserved especially as English seemed not very familiar tot hem. I was wondering as our car definately wasn`t the only car around in years, but it doesn`t seem to be very common that tourists stop and start to chat with them.

After a while I knew we were not lost and which way to go. I thanked them and asked if there is anything I can do for them. Surprisingly even they, owners of quite an amount of kettle, asked me for food and water. The current draught was indeed serious. I grabbed water and food from the car and everybody started to eat immediately.

 

The ice was broken and I had the opportunity to take some very honest shots of this Herero group, shots I´m really happy with…

 

 

to be continued...




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