Just a few weeks ago, we were hiking on this beautiful late afternoon, along the rim of the Ngorongoro Crater with our Masai guide in Tanzania. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two young Masai women glaring at us. I, of course, glared back then turned to my guide and asked if it was okay that I meet them.
Much to his surprise at my request, he approached the two girls. They giggled then suddenly looked fearful when I stepped closer.
I smiled at them and their dark eyes simply stared at me. No smile. No movement just simple curiosity but scared.
Our guide asked them my questions as he translated into their language. Still frightened of my presence, I felt compelled to make them comfortable because it was now obvious, they have never seen or heard a white person before this day. I motioned with my hands that I had a beating heart 💗 and then asked them if they had a beating heart 💗. They smiled.
I held out my hand and they each held out their hand to show them our only difference was the color of our skin.
Then I asked them if they had any questions for me. Now friends, they asked, “How many wives does he have?” And they pointed to Jeff. We had a nice giggle and as they had to depart before the sun set, I was reminded once more why I love travel so much. To bring understanding between cultures is so important and a first step to bringing peace among nations.
Gail’s World – I wouldn’t have it any other way!