Samburu Rock Art A living tradition of rock painting

I drew the first bull we slaughtered in the cave, also the lungs and intestines, and the tail. Below the bull are the meat, the stomach, the liver and the kidney. To the right of the bull, I painted me and another Lmurran. I used the fat from the bull to paint. I made the paintings as a remembrance of what has happened in the shelter.

After eating the second bull, when the Lmurran were talking and laughing in the cave, I started to paint. I drew all the 15 Lmurran, one by one. I made myself the fattest and strongest (second right on top). I did the painting as a memory of our stay and for other generations to see. I got inspiration from Lmurran paintings I've seen in other caves.

After we had eaten the meat of the camel we were completely satisfied. This is the time to start painting. I was inspired by the other paintings in the shelter and decided to make a drawing of the camel we had consumed. I made it as a memory, to remember our visit in the cave.

I drew a painting of myself with long feathers on the head and the spear in the right hand. The paintings I make will always remind me of the good life as a moran. When people pass by and see my paintings, they will know that I was here and that I was a strong warrior.

This painting of me and a bull was a way to show that I am strong and healthy after eating this bull. Look at me, I have fattened and I'm stronger than you. When I painted this, I wanted everyone who saw it to know that I was a powerful warrior who could protect his people.

I had seen paintings in other caves and wanted to paint myself. When the others were preparing the meat, I started painting using red ochre from my hair, one story. It's me and my moran friend, Lmurila Lenaidekei walking to the cave, the bed and the pillow, imagining me and my girlfriend in the village and finally leaving the cave. I painted on the rock for remembrance and for those passing by to see. Each image tells a part of my story.