Annemarié
went with Niel in his Jeep and Daniel and I were in his Jeep.
Daniel
comes from the UK and is 63 years old having started his career as a welder. He
then decided he does not want to grow old with all sorts of career injuries and
he enrolled at a University in the UK studying ancient history and archaeology.
He had a growing family and he couldn’t survive on the income from this field
of study. Then he started law and ended with a doctorate in law. As I have
stated above, he and Niel are now at the same international firm of lawyers in
Dubai.
Daniel
lived for some time as a child in South Africa where his dad was a political
activist telling his story by making movies. As a child he met with a number of
well-known activists and he was in the same class as Sir Seretse Khama’s, the
previous president of Botswana, son Lieutenant General Ian Khama.
Niel,
on the other hand also developed his career. First of all, he was vehemently
opposed to academic studies and started as cabinet maker working amongst others
on Mr Harry Oppenheimer’s furniture. Then he qualified as a lawyer and now
works in Dubai.
Now
I ask you another question: What are the chances that I would have met Daniel
Brawn in the Arabian desert during April 2016 and discussing, amongst others,
this court case about Islam that I read some 30 years ago and have never ever
even given it another thought? Well, it happened and I met him and we were
bashing dunes and seeing the odd camel or stopping at an oasis.
The odd camel wandering around
While I was
with Daniel, Annemarié was having a go at the dunes with her eyes closed and
yelling. She describes her ordeal as exactly the same as if in an amusement
park but that it lasted three hours.
Daniel
and I had the most extraordinary conversation in his Jeep. Niel asked him
afterwards, why did he every now and again slow down considerably? Daniel
explained: “Niel, that was when your dad and I were discussing something
important.”
He
is now researching the ancient history of Dubai and more specifically its
social structures and the different sects found in Islam. That was the time
that I referred to that South African court case. We also discussed the case
the EFF recently won against Jacob Zuma. I told him that I read that case en route to Rome in the aeroplane while
my fellow passengers were glued to the tiny TV screens watching movies. I gave
Daniel my copy with my manuscript notes on it and he promised to read it, which
he subsequently did.
I
am sure you still remember the meeting when Professor Himla Sootyal delivered
her lecture at our West Gauteng Branch on DNA and when she recommended a book
by Bryan Sykes: THE SEVEN DAUGHTERS OF EVE. Back in South Africa I sent Daniel
a reading list inclusive of this book.
We
also discussed Cheik Anta Diop’s book THE AFRICAN ORIGIN OF CIVILIZATION. He
undertook to obtain his own copy and read it.
He then guided us to an archaeological site deep
inside the desert that is apparently 120 000 years old. There he showed us
where that community lived and buried their loved ones. Burial, you should bear
in mind, is one of the important markers that sets us for ever apart from the
animal kingdom. The other marker is agriculture. Bryan Sykes grows lyrical
about these facts; it struck me forcefully that these markers are indeed most
remarkable and that nothing, not even our technological advances, can compare
with these two markers: agriculture and burials.
The archaeological site
where there was
a community living about
120 000 years ago with
some
of the graves visible
In
these photos you will see caves where the ancients buried their loved ones. I
venture to state that these photos must be probably some of the oldest one can
get – it is certainly much older than Sterkfontein’s graves [Link to the Genealogical Society of South Africa's Cemetry Recording Project] we photographed
some time ago. While we were there, it was only the wind you could hear blowing
softly over these ancient sites as if the wind was accentuating the ancient
secrets buried thousands of years ago – these sites are not going to yield its
secrets easily. I think that if you listen carefully to the wind and keep on
digging, you will eventually discover some of their secrets. Daniel says that
when you sleep out in the desert, at night you can hear the sand rolling down
the dunes.
A
couple of kilometres from there but within walking distance, there was a small
village with camels out on the desert sand. They are living within earshot from
this site. On the face of the desert sand there is nothing to eke out a living
let alone to educate your kids or keep your camel farm going. How do they
manage?
When
you travel in the Eastern Cape or Zambia or Zimbabwe, there is always some
sound somewhere in the distance. Here, in this desert I only heard the wind.
The wind blowing softly over this ancient site, is
still howling in my ears.
