Hunting in Zulu

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Hunt is zi-nge-la in Zulu.

Morning trains are depressing because of misery painted on passengers’ faces.  They left warm beds because of food and woke up at the crack of dawn to go to work. 
People still living on their traditional land hunt for survival, to get meat they dry for winter, fish to eat and smoke for winter, skins to hide their bodies and animal fat to oil their skins.


Humans are also scared of being hunted, to be captured and forced to convert into the four main religions.  It is not a holy conversion, just a form of getting unpaid servants. 
History tells us that a country called the United States of America needed free manpower.  African chiefs responded to the call by waging war on their neighbours solely to sell them to slave traders. That was then, but girls are still being sold as sex slaves as you read this.

Zi-nge-la.  You say the first part like zinc, the second like film director Anthony Minghella and the third part like luck.

 ZULU
ENGLISH
Mzingeli.
A boy’s name meaning the one who hunts.
A-ba-zi-nge-li.
Hunters.
A-be-kho e-kha-ya.  Ba-yo-zi-nge-la.
They are not home.  They went hunting.
Si-zi-nge-la a-ma-gu-nda-ne.
We hunt bush rats (a delicacy in some cultures).
Sean, u-zi-nge-la nga-ni?
Sean, what do you use for hunting?
Ngi-zi-nge-la nge-mi-ci-bi-li-sho-lo.
I hunt with bows and arrows.
Charles no-Edward, ni- zi-nge-la nga-ni?
Charles and Edward, what do you hunt with?
Si-zi-nge-la nge-zi-bha-mu.
We hunt with guns.
Ni-zi-nge-la nge-zi-nja?
You hunt with dogs?
Yebo si-zi-nge-la nge-zi-nja.
Yes.  We hunt with dogs.
Si-yo-zi-nge-la ku-sa-sa.
We are going hunting tomorrow.
Ba-zi-nge-la o-bhe-jane.
They hunt rhinos.
Ba-zi-nge-la i-zi-ndlo-vu.
They hunt elephants.

By:  Nonqaba waka Msimang.

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