The Hadza are the last tribe of hunter-gatherers in Tanzania. These nomadic hunter-gatherers live as our ancestors once lived: wandering the plains with the changing seasons, killing game for survival, constantly avoiding aggressive wild beasts, and, finally, dying as they were born, under the sun and the stars. They don’t meet other people too often. It could be said that they even avoid meetings, but handful of times in their lives this occasionally happens.

The truth is that this tribe is dying. They don’t fear wild animals and harsh conditions of living, what they are afraid of is the rich man with guns and helicopters. They are on the doorstep. They need more land, more power and they want to change their way of living. As much as you may think that these are no conditions for one man to live, it is their choice. They have been moved from the place they live, and even given the “modern” conditions of living, but they don’t want it. They say that modern man is interested only in material and he wants more than he needs and that is why is is unhappy. He thinks that he will fill the emptiness inside with the stuff he buys and money, but he is still unhappy. Hadzas like their way of living and they find it in closer to the nature and as one as the nature. The Hadzabe tribe live a life unchanged for thousands of years.

Once numbering more than 10,000, the Hadzabe are the last huntergatherers on the African continent, where ‘homo habilis’ (the forerunner of modern man) first emerged more than two million years ago.
The Tanzanian government has considered the Hadzabe an embarrassment ‘a backward people who should be living decently in proper houses’.
Men with money are the ones fond of hunting and they’ll do anything to shoot a animal over there. The Dubai princes have also pledged to pay Tanzania a ‘tax’ of £5,000 for each animal killed. Their wepon is money, but that doesn’t mean a lot to Hadzas, they have no concept of private property.
Missionaries have made attempts over the past century to bring Christianity to the Hadza. But they all failed. Hadza have their own God it is called Hine, who’s skin is black and who is the creator of our world. They don’t die. They come back somewhere else ? far away in distant lands. But the Hadza must not start misbehaving, or Hine will be angry.
Will the Arab gold be better on this place than the people who are living here? Will Hine help them or move them to othere place, where they will be safe? Hope we will learn something out of these extraordinary people and learn how not to sell our soul. Not all that glitters is gold.