The anthropologist invited the children from the African tribe to play one game. He placed a basket of fruit near the tree and announced, addressing the children: “The one of you who reaches the tree first will be rewarded with all of the sweet fruits.” When he signaled to the children to start the race, they locked their hands tightly and ran together, and then they all sat together and enjoyed the delicious fruit.
The astonished anthropologist asked the children why they all ran together, because each of them could have enjoyed the fruit for him or herself. To which the children replied: “Obonato”. Is it possible for one to be happy if everyone else is sad? “Obonato” in their language means “I exist because we exist.”
I don’t know who wrote this. It’s not important. We humanity wrote it. Similarly, it doesn’t matter if I write a particular thing in this blog. What matters is that it is written.
We lives and breathes and creates. We brings joy and reverence for life. I is a mere shadow of what life can be. The African kids got the message. Can we adult Westerners, older and supposedly wiser, understand … and live from there? The future is cheering us on: “You folks can do it!” Let’s prove the future right.
2 thoughts on “Obonato”
Can you please specify which African tribe’s language is OBONATO?
I don’t know the answer to your question. Be well.