A photographic walk in the old Transkei

Buntingville in Pondoland

Back in late 1963 when I was home from my first year at University, during the end of year vacation, my parents and I went for a long walk one day along what was known as "The Old Chief's Road", the "old" qualifying the road rather than the chief.

At the time my father, Murray McGregor, was headmaster of Ndamase Secondary School at the Methodist Mission station called Buntingville in western Pondoland.

Buntingville is situated in a beautiful area which at the time was mostly populated by subsistence famers who, besides growing mealies (corn) and pumpkins, raised herds of cattle, along with sheep and goats.

The countryside was fairly hilly and had patches of indigenous forest consisting of euphorbias, accacias and aloes. The rivers which ran in the valleys were mostly seasonal, being almost empty apart from isolated and usually stagnant pools in winter, rushing furiously after summer rains. The summer rains were often accompanied by violent thunderstorms, and sometimes hail storms which devastated crops while enriching the soil with the nitrogen fixed in the hailstones.

The people were generally extremely poor with few modern amenities and the rivers served as laundries, water sources for both cattle and humans and as recreational areas for the children.

The most common form of dwelling was the "hut" or "rondavel", a round building plastered with mud and with a high-pitched thatched roof held up by a wooden pole in the middle.

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An aloe stands on the side of the Chief's Road above a valley Aloe blossomsCalves crossing the old roadCornDad and Mother on the roadThe bridge - detailThe bridge's full spanMother and our dog Lucky crossing the bridgeA homestead on the road. The people are wearing white blankets which indicate that they are ChristiansA pool on the riverMother and father take a break while a herdsman herds some goats along the roadA tree on the roadsideWomen getting water from the river
An aloe stands on the side of the Chief's Road above a valley
An aloe stands on the side of the Chief's Road above a valley
Aloe blossoms
Aloe blossoms
Calves crossing the old road
Calves crossing the old road
Corn
Corn
Dad and Mother on the road
Dad and Mother on the road
The bridge - detail
The bridge - detail
The bridge's full span
The bridge's full span
Mother and our dog Lucky crossing the bridge
Mother and our dog Lucky crossing the bridge
A homestead on the road. The people are wearing white blankets which indicate that they are Christians
A homestead on the road. The people are wearing white blankets which indicate that they are Christians
A pool on the river
A pool on the river
Mother and father take a break while a herdsman herds some goats along the road
Mother and father take a break while a herdsman herds some goats along the road
A tree on the roadside
A tree on the roadside
Women getting water from the river
Women getting water from the river

Scenes from the Transkei Elections 1963

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The mysterious "Chief's Road"

Across the valley from our house in Buntigville was a road which wound up a mountain to one side and across a river and up another mountain to the other side.

We could not ascertain who had built the road, but we were told that it was a chief of the area. The road basically went from nowhere to nowhere and it seems to have been built primarily as a way of enhancing the said chief's status in the area. It served, as far as we could tell, no other useful purpose and was never seen to carry any wheeled traffic at all.

The bridge however was well-built.

On this walk on a hot spring day I took with me two cameras, one with colour positive film and the other with black and white negative film. Neither was a particularly good camera, though they were both single lens reflexes.

The accompanying photographs have been lying among my father's effects and I'm not sure that anyone has looked at them in about 40 years, until I discovered them recently.

Looking at the photographs has unleashed a flood of memories and thoughts about the times, not all of them good ones.

At the time the apartheid regime had forced "self-governing" status on the Transkei and the first elections for the Transkei Legislature were held at about that time. These were not at all the first elections the people of the Transkei had participated in, however. They had for many years been electing members to the so-called "Bhunga" or local legislature, and some of the wealthier citizens of the Transkei had been enfranchised to vote in National general elections under a qualified vote.

However successive governments in South Africa had steadily whittled away at the people's franchise until only the meaningless "self-government" offered by the Pretoria regime was left.

I remember being in Mthatha when this puppet legislature held its first sitting and elected the person who would be the Prime Minister of the Transkei. The most popular leader in the area, by far, was Inkosi Enkhulu (Paramount Chief, or King) Victor Poto Ndamase, followed closely by the Pramount Chief of the amaThembu, Chief Sabata Dalindyebo. Both of these men were strongly opposed to the apartheid policies of the Nationalist Party and were candidates for the post of Prime Minister.

While the elections were going on in the chamber I and my parents stood on the opposite side of the road waiting for the results. The candidates emerged from the building separately, Chief Dalindyebo first, as I recall, and he got a rousing welcome from the crowd, followed by Chief Poto Ndamase, who got an even more enthusiastic reception.

The third person to emerge was the one who had won the vote, the government's man, the highly unpopular Chief of another branch of the amaThembu, Chief Kaiser Matanzima. He came out of the building with his arms raised in triumph, to a silence which soon turned to hissing dispproval. He hurriedly dropped his arms and scurried away to a wating car to be whisked away.

Thus started the bogus journey to so-called independence which would culminate in the formation of the Republic of Transkei in 1976.

Update November 2009

A few days ago I received an e-mail from a reader, Ian Thompson, of Scotland, who had found this Hub as a result of an Internet search. Turns out that Ian is the son of a former Warden of Buntingville, Ronald Thompson, who, like my father, hade fallen foul of the apartheid regime. Ronald was a Methodist Minister at Buntingville and had stood up for a group of students who had demonstrated against the then Headmaster of the school, a government appointee.

Ian sent me a wonderful, long e-mail and included in it was this recollection of his experience with the Chief's Road, which he has kindly agreed to let me add to my Hub. Ian visited Buntingville earlier this year, for the first time in 52 years. He wrote:

It was interesting that one could still see from the Mission, the scar of the 'Old Chief's Road' running diagonally up the mountain in the distance. Well I remember riding over there numerous times, but I must tell you briefly about the first couple of visits we made there. Soon after arriving in 1952 we were curious to know where this road went and why it was there, as the straight line of the gradient clearly indicated that it had been properly surveyed by whoever built it. Our initial enquiries were met either with silence or remarks such as: 'Au! Mtagati' (“It is bewitched!”). This intrigued us and we rode over there on horse-back to examine it, on horses loaned from locals before we bought our own. The creepy thing was that nothing would persuade the horses to walk on this road. We tried cantering up the approaches but the horses stopped dead where the road and cuttings began! When we told them we'd been there, the local folk on the Mission laughed and said that just proved that it was cursed! After we had been there a while and my father had won the trust of the local folk, he pursued his enquiries. Because he spoke fluent Xhosa, he was able to get the story of the road out of Mr Mashlasela. According to him the road was built in the 1890s at the insistence of a chief, whose name I have long forgotten, with the help of a Scottish engineer (who was then employed in building roads between East London and Umtata, and Umtata and Kokstad). Again, the name of the engineer escapes me, but could possibly be traced. What happened, we were told, was that the chief drove his subjects virtually into slavery to build the road, as he wanted a 'white man's road' so that he could drive in a carriage up to his great place atop the cliffs. When the road was complete he celebrated with a great feast, but his people rose up in rebellion and murdered him, his wives and children, killed his livestock and destroyed his 'great place'. The local sangoma put a curse on the road and it was never used..........or so the story went! I have long wanted to try to corroborate this account, but not being in SA do not know where to start. However I will never forget the chill that went down my spine when after numerous efforts to get the horses to walk on the road, we had to lead them on the goat paths alongside to get up to the top.

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The text and all images on this page, unless otherwise indicated, are by Tony McGregor who hereby asserts his copyright on the material. Should you wish to use any of the text or images feel free to do so with proper attribution and, if possible, a link back to this page. Thank you.

© Tony McGregor 2008

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frogdropping 7 years ago

Tony - that was like walking back in time. A really lovely yet informative hub.

How odd that such a road was built from 'nowhere to nowhere' just as a means of showing status.

Thankyou for sharing and the photos :)


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"Very!" "Very!" "Nice!"

"Two thumbs up!"

"This hub is filled with harmony!"

 

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ESAHS 7 years ago

"Very!" "Very!" "Nice!"

"Two thumbs up!"

"Great photos!"

 

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Russ Baleson 7 years ago from Sandhurst, United Kingdom

Thanks Tony, well written and once again made me long for Africa.


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tonymac04 7 years ago from South Africa Author

Thanks for all the kind comments. It was such a great thing to grow up in that region of South Africa. Its a place with a unique combination of rhythms and harmonies made up of aromas, sounds, people, animals and plants. Maybe I should write about that sometime also!

Love and peace to you all

Tony


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cindyvine 7 years ago from Kyiv, Ukraine

Hi Tony, that brings so many memories. My first teaching job was at Umtata High School in the Transkei!


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Deltachord 7 years ago from United States

You've had some unique and interesting experiences. I really enjoyed looking at the photos.


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BrianS 7 years ago from Castelnaudary, France

Very nice hub, I really enjoy looking at photographs of somewhere new especially a place as beautiful as this.


Peter Kirstein 7 years ago

Enjoyed the hub Tony. Spent quite a few holidays in the old Transkei in the bad old days of apartheid and homelands. One of the many beautiful places in Southern Africa.


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shamelabboush 7 years ago

Very nice sceneries. It's wonderful to embrace nature like that.

I like the pictures.


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Dolores Monet 6 years ago from East Coast, United States

I can't believe how good those pictures look. I have found that a lot of my older scanned photos just don't look right on here, but these are beautiful!


Heather Cousins 5 years ago

Hi there, I married a Xhosa guy from varsity and have lived in Cofimvaba for the last 4 years. It is obvious this must have been a little white town in early 1900s but there are just 2 of us now (the other an elderly lady principal of a primary school). I am trying to save the old historic buildings from being destroyed (they are mostly in such a horrific state of disrepair). My hubby & I started a community newspaper, and I'm researching a story about our old buildings. However there is nothing about Cofimvaba. It seems like the whites did a Maya-trick - just up, left and disappeared. Can you help me please?


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tonymac04 5 years ago from South Africa Author

Heather - thanks so much for the comment, I really appreciate it very much.

I knew Cofimvaba very well as a child but have not been back in donkey's years.

I have sent an email to what I hope is your gmail account.

Love and peace

Tony

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