The ruined cities of Mashonaland: Being a record of excavation and exploration in 1891Bent, J. Theodore (James Theodore)
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The ruined cities of Mashonaland: Being a record of excavation and exploration in 1891
Bent, J. Theodore (James Theodore)
Extinct cities -- Zimbabwe -- Mashonaland; Great Zimbabwe (Extinct city)
Kanya is pleasantly situated amongst low hills well clad with trees. It
is a collection of huts divided into circular kraals hedged in with
palisades, four to ten huts being contained in each enclosure. These
are again contained in larger enclosures, forming separate communities,
each governed by its hereditary sub-chief, with its kotla or parliament
circle in its midst. On the summit of the hill many acres are covered
with these huts, and there are also many in the valley below. Certain
roughly-constructed walls run round the hill, erected when the Boers
threatened an invasion; but now these little difficulties are past, and
Batuen limits his warlike tendencies to quarrelling with his neighbours
on the question of a border line, a subject which never entered their
heads before the British influence came upon them.
All ordinary matters of government and justice are discussed in the
large kotla before the chief’s own hut; but big questions, such as the
border question, are discussed at large tribal gatherings in the open
veldt. There was to be one of these gatherings of Batuen’s tribe near
Kanya on the following Monday, and we regretted not being able to stop
and witness so interesting a ceremony.
The town is quite one of the largest in Bechuanaland, and presents a
curious appearance on the summit of the hill. The kotla is about 200
feet in diameter, with shady trees in it, beneath which the monarch
sits to dispense justice. We passed an idle afternoon therein, watching
with interest the women of Batuen’s household, naked save for a skin
loosely thrown around them, lying on rugs before the palace, and
teaching the children to dance to the sound of their weird music, and
making the air ring with their merry laughter. In one corner Batuen’s
slaves were busy filling his granaries with maize just harvested. His
soldiers paraded in front of his house, and kept their suspicious eyes
upon us as we sat; many of them were quaintly dressed in red coats,
which once had been worn by British troops, and soft hats with ostrich
feathers in them, whilst their black legs were bare.
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