Unbothered by the roaming impalas, zebras, and warthogs, I was utterly taken back by the natural beauty of Ezulwini Valley meaning place of heaven. I needed to practice my siswati which quite the challenge because of the clicks, yes clicks. I was officially learning “the clicking language” which was so similar to zulu. I arrived at the mantenga village and was fascinated by the traditional beehive hut thatched with dry grass. I was waiting amongst others for the chief to arrive and to my surprise, the chief was an elderly woman with blue eyes.
I left the mantenga village full spirited with a deeper appreciation for Swati culture.
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