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ASHES TO ASHES | The Mundari of South Sudan.

As the world began to roll over and enter a period of prolonged isolation, ironically, I was already deep in isolation. It was not isolation with the world but isolation from the world.


One could be confused and think I was in a different universe.



Last March, while still able to travel and take in photographic adventures, I stayed deep within the Republic of South Sudan as a visitor to the Mundari tribe.



South Sudan is the world's newest country, a nation that continuously toped the list of most dangerous countries to visit. After years of war and conflict - with tens of thousands killed and over two million displaced - the country began to stabilize and open its doors to travellers.



The Mundari have so far kept themselves away from the new world order.


Amidst bloody long term wars and constant instability of their entire region, they have managed to maintain the authenticity of their lifestyle.



For me, every unique community offers a completely different lifestyle and set of customs, in which exists a paradise of knowledge.


I was ready to come and soak it all in.



The first thing I noticed was the Mundari’s attachment to the earth.


It was truly mind blowing.


At first, the raw, daily routines seemed wild, even shocking; living with animals? Washing their faces with cow urine!? Covering their body with ashes made from dung?'



It felt like I was traveling through time to the far reaches of the past, with no memory of the present world. My photography too became limited, with no sources of power in the area.


Consequently, I used the camera only in the mornings and evenings.


During the day, I got to know my hosts in-depth.



I slept in a little tent under a tree, where the vast savannah was pure silence. My soul rejoiced for it. Every sunrise and sunset, I left the village with a camera on my shoulder and crossed a little swamp to the nearby cattle camp - where the Mundari men and children take care of their treasured horned cows.



These cows are not only their primary resource to sustain their community but also a pivotal part of their lifestyle. For the Mundari the cow is everything - it is their restaurant, clinic, bank and social status.



It took me a couple of days of complete isolation from the world I knew, to digest my surroundings sincerely. At some point, when my head stopped making these automatic Western comparisons of wealth or quality of life, I began looking at those in front of me and saw them as they truly were - People.


In truth, I loved what I saw.