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We humans are connected at all times to nature.
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But if we secrete ourselves away under roofs,
Earth. Air. Wind. Water. Fire.
ninija says: Glass. ninija and all people do not know glass in the desert. The temporary houses (‘dog-boxes’) provided by word-Fella have window openings, but aluminium shutters replace the usual glass panes to keep out storms. glass is too brittle and too expensive for us dirty black slaves. Those who have seen this material ‘glass’ say that it is something which Word-Fella made because of his big eyes; glazed windows protect him from the cold and bad weather which he can no longer tolerate, but he can still look outside. He either hides or displays himself under glass and roof in the city. When ninija—Great Traditional Landowner—looks out to survey her Lands (thousands of miles) her head is high, her neck long and her eyes wide to let in all the desert. ‘Here-and-Now’ is ninija, where the spirits stay on. Blue till you die with it. Sun looking after everything. Handing over to Moon at night. Cool Waterhole and Kuna Cave full of glow-worms and fast black river. Ninija, she stand and stand until she become her Rock, Ninija Rock. Hot. Brown. Cram full with stories like comb with honey.