Lying in the sun, on a rock in a river, which can but lead us to think of things that are perfectly shaped, is not something we're likely to imagine people who have been shipwrecked doing, when all they have are their instincts to guide them to the nearest port. But in a piece of land that is one of the most fertile in the world, it may so be that the only motive for attempting to get home is the knowledge that those at home will be worrying. The subdivision of the race that occupied Natal when letters were written detailing such a shipwreck, to be recovered hundreds of years later from a Royal archive, in a land which now doesn't know what an archive is, possibly didn't call themselves anything but 'the people'.
The shipwreck described was three hundred years before the word Zulu became known.
Zulu, in military parlance, means local: my suspicion is that this was the correct translation. Language, we say, is our mother tongue. It is my understanding that many races yet translate this, roughly, to mean the language of our sisters.
The inhabitants of Southern Africa after the Cape had been rounded, and an alternative route to India made viable--which might or might not involve a conspiracy of Kings, for the Legend of Prester John certainly does seem to be such a fiction--kept away from the mainland. This may have been on account of religious differences; or scruples, if you yourself scruple to call tribal customs religion. As has been recorded, those who were shipwrecked would not have needed to ask, were they to have made up their minds not to attempt the return journey, to have received a permanent home right where they had been shipwrecked: such were the tribal customs.
The fact is that, in those days, the manufacture of cloth clearly delineated one religion from another; or one set of customs from another. But this manufacture seems to be as old as writing, if not older, so we can't lay claim to having invented it.
The group of people who were shipwrecked made for a port which was the only town on the sub-continent of Southern Africa occupied by Aryans: the main business was carried out on the islands off that coast. Those Aryans, however, are clearly separated, from any chance person still calling themself Aryan, by years bloody religious reformation; and in the middle of that reformation the second port town was created.
One hundred and fifty years later bloody revolution, started in the place which had resisted reformation to the last, tore up all of what must be called Caucasia if you use the term Caucasian. But I don't: in truth we must go back to the fall of Constantinople in order to trace what united the people displaced by revolution.
But that doesn't matter to me any more, because I stand for a culture that has passed: shipwrecked by the patterns that made dress-making obsolete.
Or perhaps those just scraped the bottom.