MOJA shoot with the baka phygmies
WHERE IS HUMANITY ? HERE AND THERE AND NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE.
HUMAN BEINGS. ONE HUMANITY.
MOJA shooting DIGAMESI in the DJA forest of Cameroun with the BAKA Pygmies. Photographing a model in a grand prix dress in the midst of Baka pygmies dressed in rags is a provocation. The price of the dress would be enough to bring, in this end of the end of the world, what to live worthily. A scandal, then. For the Baka still live as at the dawn of humanity; hunter-gatherers, semi-nomadic, who lack all that civilisation could bring them. Schools to learn, health clinics, trucks full of essentials for life. What to open to the world. But those who have chosen to adapt to their natural environment, a forest almost impenetrable, those in whom, as the philosopher says, "there is always sufficiency for the one that has enough with what is enough (il y a toujours suffisance pour qui se suffit de ce qui suffit ),“ have not asked anything. Schools ? To learn what? Dispensaries to live longer, but under what conditions? Essential commodities for whose life? The Baka welcome the traveler, whoever he is, without thinking badly. Rich with a culture of wisdom and humility. So we throw on these photos a new look and we wonder: opposite ways of life, and then? Very smart who can say where is the true wealth.
Different cultures, one Human Race. (Text by Moja- all rights reserved by Moja)
home. sweet home.
The whole life of the Pygmies Baka revolves around the forest that shelters them. In this inextricable relationship, nothing should have interfered.
The Baka are not resentful, so they welcomed us warmly. And we have tried to forget that we belong to this world that destroys them, every day a little more, for its own comfort, forgetting that the Baka, would like to preserve their "home, sweet home".
Worlds at the antipodes, whose curves marry almost perfectly.
Our worlds could have coexisted: they are the obverse and the reverse of the same coin. One chose the incessant search for progress, the other preferred to live in communion with nature. And nothing prevented that the paths of these worlds at the antipodes marry almost perfectly, without ever interfering with each other. Nothing except, apparently, a need of consumption impossible to satiate …