Artisan Market - Lubango, Angola

 

Driving into the center of town we passed many vendors on the street selling vegetables, fruit, baskets and various other goods.

We passed an interesting catholic church with a modern twist on gothic architecture. It had beautiful teal doors and interesting window patterns that reflected the patterns in the mosaics on the walkway in the front.

Across from this church was a walled courtyard with a small group of vendors. Teague and Robert led me through the grassy yard into a small room where two men were woodworking. Along two walls were shelves filled with stone and wood carvings of iconic Angolan imagery. The most common were busts of women from the Mwila Tribe carved from purplish pink rocks of the nearby Chibia Quarry and the Pensador, (The Thinker) which is one of the most famous symbols of Angolan culture.

While Lubango is in the southwest of Angola - home to the Mwila Tribe - the Pensador originated with the Chokwe Tribe in the Northeast part of Angola. This tribe has the most famous artwork in Angola and it has been influential across the country. You can find the Pensador on everything from Angola’s currency to the bathroom doors. 

However the most fascinating was watching the craftsman carve a Pensador from start to nearly finish. I got to stand close enough to have wood shards fly into my face and hair. He masterfully hammered on different chisels until the form began to appear out of what was once a rectangular block of wood.

The ground was dirt covered with a layer of sawdust, wood scraps and rock pebbles. A chicken sat beneath the artist’s feet and the air was thick and hot. But I could have stayed there and watched him carve all day.

Cristo Rei - Lubango, Angola

Lubango is a 6 hour drive from Huambo. As we drove into town, which sits in a valley, the first thing I noticed was the white speck on top of the mountain in front of me. It was clearly a very large statue since it was visible from miles below.

We drove up the mountain and as we came closer I realized it was a statue of a man (Jesus) with his arms outstretched. This is called Cristo Rei (Christ the King, in Portuguese). There are at least 2 just like it in Brazil and Portugal. Built in 1957 it is all white marble sitting on cement and imposes an impressive height of 30 meters.

We got out of the Land Cruiser and looked around at the awesome views from 2130 meters above sea level.

As I studied the monument’s face, I realized the nose was broken, apparently shot up during the war. Rounding the far side of the statue I came upon children of the Mwila Tribe playing with rocks in the sand. They were in traditional dress of loincloths, rope and mud caked on top of their braids.

It was a jarring juxtaposition to say the least, me in my jeans and what felt like excessive camera equipment, but a fascinating experience.