Every night as a young man, Dik de Poepjes got on his knees and asked God to tell him what he should do with his life. By the time God got around to speaking to Dik, he had already met Elsa and was serving an apprenticeship as a muffin maker at the famous Gerard Besseling bakery in Amsterdam.
This is what God finally said to Dik on that fateful night…
“Dik de Poepjes! Dik de Poepjes! Take Elsa as your wife and go and live with the San. The San will make you as their own. You will kill many Eland, eat much tommi, dance bangy bangy, play hookerman on your bone whistle, dream many sauci-leaf dreams and you will be eaten by lions. There, among the San, Elsa will become big with child and you will give that child to the San so that their ears and hearts will open to My Word.”
And so Dik married Elsa and they left everything they knew for the service of God.
In time, Dik and Elsa gained the trust of the tribe they had chosen by totally emersing themselves in the San way of life. They dressed as San, they ate as San, they celebrated as San, they mourned as San. Dik hunted with the San men and Elsa foraged with the San women.
When it came time for Elsa to give birth, she followed the custom that all San women have followed for tens of thousands of years; she walked off alone, about a mile from the village, and delivered me into a leaf-lined hole dug into the warm sand. Once recovered, she scooped me up, covered my placenta with wet Sauci leaves, and carried me back to the village.
Eventhough she doubted whether her faith was strong enough, Elsa also followed through with the rest of the custom …
Upon reaching the village she carried me to the “children’s hut”, kissed me on the cheek, laid me on the ground by the door then turned and walked away.