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Village That Time Forgot


You might visit the place as an afterthought. You might squeeze in a quick tour here in between a day of safari activities there. No matter how you get to be a visitor to the Maasai village, when you leave, you’ll leave as a trusted friend.

They appear bright and colorful in their traditional clothing, red, yellow, purple, and blue, that contrast the green and brown of the landscape around them. The men carry long spears, as we see them standing tall and proud. The women, with their beaded earrings and intricately designed scarves, attend to the needs of their children, who for their part, seem to perpetually dart around fueled by some endless supply of energy. These are the Maasai people, the oldest inhabitants of East Africa. The Maasai are widely distributed within the countries of Kenya and Tanzania. But for the traditional Maasai population, every single one of their needs is met by their cattle possession. Not only do they drink the milk and eat the meat of their domesticated animals, they occasionally drink the blood as well.

Still, many Maasai individuals now have adopted a more modern lifestyle. In a rapidly shrinking world, and with a dwindling possession of cattle, the Maasai nowadays have increasingly relied on food grown by them, such as sorghum, rice, potatoes, and cabbage.

Maasai Village Visit


handsome and wide-eyed young Maasai man with a smile that perpetually stuck to his face approached us, introducing himself as Jackson, the son of the village chief. He proceeded to explain the choreographed rituals we were about to witness, beginning with the traditional slaying of the lion by the brave Maasai warriors, something they’ve practiced for centuries. It was unfortunate, he remarked, that the Kenyan government no longer allowed such killings, making them resort to pretend lions, like the Maasai man dressed in a long lion headdress and curvy flute whom he introduced.

Back in the early days the Maasai warriors had to kill a lion as a rite of passage to manhood, usually when they’re between 12 and 25 years old. Hunting a lion with just a shield and spear is a once in a lifetime experience for them and viewed as a sign of achievement and bravery. Not only that, this has always been a traditional and historical practice important in the Maasai culture. When the lion population was high in the past, even solo lion hunting was encouraged by the community, which was followed by a new rule that encouraged the Maasai warriors to hunt in groups. The Kenyan government has banned such Maasai festivals due to a decline in lion population so they now have to rely on pretend lions where one of the villagers dresses in a long lion headdress and blow on a water buffalo horn, supposed to resemble the lion’s roar. The man seen here is mimicking this, and was a part of the performance we witnessed during our visit to the Maasai village.


Paying a visit to Ewagan, the largest Maasai village in the region, in our case, seemed to be simply an extension of our stay in the Oseki Mara Camp, given that we had interacted with our Maasai hosts daily. The village lay less than a mile away from our lodge, where we found approximately twenty houses in an oval-shaped perimeter. There was a fenced enclosure for livestock, although it became apparent that during the day the cattle grazed outside of the village boundaries.


The spirited dance routine of the Maasai men began without much time to set up my camera equipment, and as soon as they finished their performance, the women had already stepped up to sing in their bright red and yellow costumes. 


There were several other activities in the village that could seem particularly intriguing to someone who’s not too familiar with the Maasai culture, and Jackson was keen to show us everything right from the very beginning. First up were the inside of the Maasai huts.

Since the Maasai do not use electricity, or even candles, or have any windows inside their house, it was predictably pitch dark inside. A clearly out-of-place technology came to my rescue as I turned on the flashlight app on my cell phone, which gave just enough light to grope my way around the one-roomed house. I was told that it was the women’s responsibility to build the structures of these houses, otherwise called bomas, with a framework of timber poles that subsequently get locked in place by smaller branches. The entire structure was then covered with a potent mixture of grass, mud, cow dung, urine, and ash, something that explained the warmth I felt while inside the house. I estimated the area inside the house to be no more than 200 square feet and standing no taller than about seven feet. This is how the Maasai tribe has lived for many centuries, their carefree, semi-nomadic lifestyle spanning much of what now comprises the famous national parks of Kenya.


high point of the visit was meeting Ole Lepore, the village chief, a burnt sienna gentleman who, despite being at the ripe age of ninety-five, was standing tall and proud, and to my untrained eyes, could very easily have passed off as thirty years younger. The old man – I was told – had four wives, and had fathered thirty-five children, with all of the male siblings still living in that same village (the women got married off to neighboring villages). He didn’t speak any other language – not even Swahili like all the others – besides their traditional Maasai one, and had never resorted to any medicines outside of the traditional ones found in the region. My mind immediately veered off, imagining the near-endless sociopolitical drama the old man must have been witness to during his protracted life. How real the scars of colonization must be, how unbearable the pains of integration into a globalized society, and how heavy the births of nations and deaths of ideological ideas must have hung on him.


Yes, in those long and twisted veins of his must flow the purest of Maasai blood.


Maasai Community Fundraiser

Anne and Dennis are the stalwarts of the Maasai community, and have created a Go Fund Me drive to benefit the people.

Please donate to their cause. And remember, anything helps!

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