This is the man whose family we stayed with. Apuuli isn't his real, name, though. One of the village customs requires people to use petty names in order to preserve the sacredness of the real name (or so i've heard from other sources...they wouldn't really talk about the whys of their customs sometimes.) Anyway, there are 11 different names everyone uses. Mine was Amooti.
2 comments:
that's really fascinating about the names. if you had 11 names, how would you think about yourself? what kind of internal identity does that establish?
this photo has done something in my chest.
yes.
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