This book is the story of the life of Nisa, a member of the !Kung tribe of hunter-gatherers from southern Africa's Kalahari desert. Told in her own words--earthy, emotional, vivid--to Marjorie Shostak, a Harvard anthropologist who succeeded, with Nisa's collaboration, in breaking through the immense barriers of language and culture, the story is a fascinating view of a remarkable woman.
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adults afraid animal arrows asked baby Besa beside Botswana boys bush Bushmen child Chuko cried and cried Daddy dance daughter died digging stick Dobe area father feel finished gave gemsbok genitals girl give birth grabbed headman healer heart Herero Hunter-Gatherers hunting hurt husband IKung inside interviews Kantla kaross kill klaru Kumsa Kung language Kung San Kung women leave live look lovers marriage married meat menstrual cycle menstruation Mommy mongongo nuts morning mother n/um Namibia night Nisa Nisa's Nukha nurse Nyae older brother pain parents penis play pregnant refused sexual sick sleep slept someone springhare started to cry stayed steenbok stomach stopped talk Tashay tell things thought told Toma took trance Tsaa Tswana village walked What's wife wildebeest woman yelled young
Page 1 - I got up, took a blanket and covered Tashay with it; he was still sleeping. Then I took another blanket and my smaller duiker skin covering and I left. Was I not the only one? The only other woman was Tashay's grandmother, and she was asleep in her hut.
Page 36 - I'll break open the story and tell you what is there. Then, like the others that have fallen out onto the sand, I will finish with it, and the wind will take it away.
Page 20 - Among the women I interviewed, Nisa stood out. She had an exceptional ability to tell a story in a way that was generous, vibrant, and moving. Her sensitivity and skill made her stories larger and more important than the details they comprised.
Page 1 - s grandmother, and she was asleep in her hut. So, just as I was, I left. I walked a short distance from the village and sat down beside a tree. . . . After she was born, I sat there; I didn't know what to do. I had no sense. She lay there, moving her arms about, trying to suck her fingers. She started to cry. I just sat there, looking at her. I thought, "Is this my child? Who gave birth to this child?" Then I thought, "A big thing like that? How could it possibly have come out from my genitals?