Victoria Falls
Looking from Garden Island, down to the bottom of the abyss, nearly half a mile of water, which has fallen over that portion of the Falls to our right, or west of our point of view, is seen collected in a narrow channel twenty or thirty yards wide, and flowing at exactly right angles to its previous course, to our left; while the other half, or that which fell over the eastern portion of the Falls, is seen in the left of the narrow channel below, coming towards our right. Both waters unite midway, in a fearful boiling whirlpool, and find an outlet by a crack situated at right angles to the fissure of the Falls. This outlet is about 1170 yards from the western end of the chasm, and some 600 from its eastern end; the whirlpool is at its commencement.
The Zambesi, now apparently not more than twenty or thirty yards wide, rushes and surges south, through the narrow escape-channel for 130 yards; then enters a second chasm somewhat deeper, and nearly parallel with the first. Abandoning the bottom of the eastern half of this second chasm to the growth of large trees, it turns sharply off to the west, and forms a promontory, with the escape-channel at its point, of 1170 yards long, and 416 yards broad at the base. After reaching this base, the river runs abruptly round the head of another promontory, and flows away to the east, in a third chasm; then glides round a third promontory, much narrower than the rest, and away back to the west, in a fourth chasm; and we could see in the distance that it appeared to round still another promontory, and bend once more in another chasm towards the east.
In this gigantic zigzag, yet narrow trough, the rocks are all so sharply cut and angular, that the idea at once arises that the hard basaltic trap must have been riven into its present shape by a force acting from beneath, and that this probably took place, when the ancient inland seas were let off by similar fissures nearer the ocean.
The land beyond, or on the south of the Falls, retains, as already remarked, the same level as before the rent was made.
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The tops of the promontories are in general flat, smooth, and studded with trees. The first with its base on the east, is at one place so narrow, that it would be dangerous to walk to its extremity. On the second, however, we found a broad rhinoceros path and a hut; but, unless the builder were a hermit, with a pet rhinoceros, we cannot perceive what beast or man ever went here for. On reaching the apex of this second eastern promontory we saw the great river, of a deep sea-green colour, now sorely compressed, gliding away, at least 400 feet below us.
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The whole body of water rolls clear over, quite unbroken; but, after a descent of ten or more feet, the entire mass suddenly becomes like a huge sheet of driven snow. Pieces of water leap off it in the form of comets with tails streaming behind, till the whole snowy sheet becomes myriads of rushing, leaping, aqueous comets. This peculiarity [...] happens, possibly from the dryness of the atmosphere, or whatever the cause may be which makes every drop of Zambesi water appear to possess a sort of individuality. It runs off the ends of the paddles, and glides in beads along the smooth surface, like drops of quicksilver on a table. Here we see them in a conglomeration, each with a train of pure white vapour, racing down till lost in clouds of spray. A stone dropped in became less and less to the eye, and at last disappeared in the dense mist below.
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The morning sun gilds these columns of watery smoke with all the glowing colours of double or trable rainbows. The evening sun, from a hot yellow sky, imparts a sulphureous hue, and gives one the impression that the yawning gulf might resemble the mouth of the bottomless pit.
No bird sits and sings on the branches of the grove of perpetual showers, or ever builds its nest there. We saw hornbills, and flocks of little black weavers flying across from the mainland to the islands, and from the islands to the points of the promontories and back again, but they uniformly shunned the region of perpetual rain, occupied by the evergreen grove. The sunshine, elsewhere in this land so overpowering, never penetrates the deep gloom of that shade. In the presence of the strange Mosi-oa-Tunya, we can sympathize with those who, when the world was young, peopled earth, air, and river, with beings of not mortal form. Sacred to what deity would be this awful chasm and that dark grove, over which hovers an ever-abiding "pillar of cloud"?
David and Charles Livingstone: Narrative of an Expedition to the Zambesi and its Tributaries, 1858-1864, London 2001, S. 188-193
Makishi Story
Makishi which means the first black man to see the Victoria Falls around 1805-07.
This was the time when the bantu migration from the Lunda Kingdom (Kola) region. He was not a king but a warrior of the tribe called Leya.
These are the people who settled around the falls and they inherited the place.
This happened when the Leya people were defeated by Sekeletu. By then he was the King of the Lozi people formerly known as the Kololo. Makishi was sent to look for a green pasture where they could keep their cattle. Eventually he ended up seeing seeing very big smoke in the sky. He thought it was another attack from the Kololo people. By the time he reached the place he only found that it was a huge falling of water which he named Syeingu namutilima (which means a huge falling of water). Makishi was established through the patterns found on different culture materials, e.g. drums, masks, neck chains.
Erzählung eines Historikers an den Victoria Falls, zusammen mit einer Halskette erworben.
Schon wesentlich frueher hatten dort Khoisan-Gruppen gesiedelt (die aber nicht als "black men" gesehen werden, da sie wesentlich hellhaeutiger sind, und sich vom Aussehen und Kultur wesentlich von Bantu-staemmigen Gruppen unterscheiden), die Leya, von denen hier gesprochen wird, leben aber auch schon seit mehreren hundert Jahren da.
siehe: Wikipedia: Mosi-oa-Tunya