A Tale from Tanzania

Credit: Mizuki

Few days ago, I received a mail from Mizuki (Ototo), a young university student from Japan. Sometimes, I address him as Ototo, meaning younger brother in Japanese. He is interested in the way human and all of things live. So his quest took him to many places across the world including India, Thailand and Tanzania, for which he took an absence from his academia to photograph and film wildlife. His last trip was Tanzania. This is where my story begins: the story of Mizuki and Ambros, the good-hearted man.

I haven’t interacted with Ototo for a while. So, upon receiving his mail, I asked him all sorts of questions.

Me: How’s the lifestyle there? What kind of culture it is? Tell me about your experience. And what animals did you see …?

As always, he answered in a calm and polite way.

Mizuki: The days in Tanzania was very interesting! I stayed near a conservation area where giraffe, zebra, elephant, ostrich, wild beast and lion live.

Me: Silently imagining Zebra and Ostrich in an open space (a kind of Jurassic park environment). I so want to go there…

Mizuki: The man who owned the house, whose name was Ambros, helped me a lot. I got permission with his help and walked around the area.

“So, who is this Ambros?”

I did’t pay much attention to ‘a lot’ in the beginning.

But soon enough, his description, melt my heart.

Ambros, as described by Mizuki… “Ambros was a farmer. The family was always busy taking care of tens of goats and cattle. They also worked to widen their agricultural field. The family lived in a concrete house, Ambros built by himself. They were not rich. They could use electricity that was produce by solar panel just for three light bulb during nights. No water supply or gas cooker.

They were very nice and kind. They sometimes gave me a mass of meat of their goat. When I was sick and couldn’t eat anything, they took care of me. Though Ambros was very tired from midnight patrol to protect the crop field from wildlife…”

I have never met Ambros but his kind nature, restored my faith in humanity. I always had a believe that there’s a small world out there where humans treat each other as humans, and not by their nationalities, looks or by the money they own. I have been fortunate enough to come across such good-hearted people in the past few years. And I wish, I meet Ambros someday, to thank him for his generosity towards Ototo and for being the person he is!

Life in a rural setting may be complex yet so content.