The Hamar (or Hamer) was the fourth and last tribe we visited on my trip to the Lower Omo Valley. One of the largest tribal groups in the region (their number is estimated to be about 20,000), the Hamar is a peaceful and friendly tribe. As with the other tribes of the area, the Hamar’s life centers on cattle and goats. But the Hamar also farm and they barter their surplus livestock and produce at the weekly markets in neighboring small towns. The Hamar (as well as the Kara although they practice it a little differently) have a very distinctive ritual, a bull-jumping ceremony as a rite of passage for young men. But more on this later.
Visiting the Hamar tribe was not easy for us. It was at least a 3 hours ride from our camp to Turmi, where a weekly market was held, and when there were roads at all, they were not what you would call smooth. We arrived fully jostled. Before heading to the market, we made a stop at a small Hamar village (that is after we stopped for a flat tire which, amazingly, occurred only once during the trip). The village was quiet as many women were on their way to the market by then. We spent some time with a small group of young (mostly unmarried) women that had stayed in the village, presumably to tend to the children. The Hamar women are just soooo beautiful! I know I have said this about other tribes, but judge for yourself. As with the other tribes, they have a stylish way of dressing that is very elaborate. They too, wear goatskin skirts; theirs are longer in the back than in the front, and the back tappers down in a way that is often described as resembling the tail of a gazelle. They also wear goatskin aprons or frocks covering their breasts, and both the aprons and the skirts are always decorated with colored glass beads. They also wear cowry (a type of snail) shell necklaces and earrings made of seeds and glass beads. Brass and copper wires are wound tightly around the arms. One of the women kindly put one on my arm, probably thinking I needed a little embellishment.
The Hamar women also use their adornment to signal their social and marital status. For instance, while unmarried women and young girls wear beautiful beaded necklaces and hair bands, engaged or married women wear at least one solid metal necklace. A woman wearing a “burkule”, a necklace made of leather and metal with a distinctive detail on the front, is the “first wife.” She is the lucky one, life for any Hamar woman is hard, but life as a second and third wife is even harder as they are often more like slaves than wives. If a woman wears a burkule and has two more simple necklaces around her neck, her husband took 2 more wives. A man can marry as many wives as he can afford cattle-wise (as the dowry is paid in cattle), but we rarely see more than 3 wives. Elder married women also wear leg “bangles.” Once on, these are never removed.
But I was quite impressed at how creative the Hamar women were at finding unique ways to adorn themselves. They will make “jewelry” out of anything they find, safety pins, buttons, keys, and yes, a dreidel. But the “hot” fashion item these days is metallic watchbands for men and women. They use them to ornate their heads, chest, or sometimes … wrists. You may have noticed in my previous blogs that a number of the men of the other tribes were wearing watches. None of these watches can give a clue about what time it is since they do not work (not that the exact time matters a great deal for them anyway), but the tribal men were proudly wearing them. Seeing their reaction to my plastic Swatch, it was clear that metal bands are the thing. Once again, I had failed to impress.
The Hamar women’s hairstyle is also quite distinctive. Most women put in their hair a mixture of red-ocher coloring and animal fat, then style it in plaits over their foreheads. Men also have a unique hairstyle that mostly seems to provide a good way to hold the feathers they proudly wear.
We finally ended up at the Turmi market. The markets are held once a week, and the Hamar from nearby villages and other neighboring tribes come there to sell or trade their produce. These markets are simple transactions; purchases and exchanges are made of fruit, honey, butter, sorghum, and coffee, mostly based on weekly needs.
The town of Turmi was also interesting as it allowed us to see not only Omo tribal people in their traditional style but also others that have adopted a more western lifestyle, at least in clothing. We had a coffee (a very Ethiopian thing to do) in a small local shop adjacent to the market. Coffee in Ethiopia is amazingly good. There, we met a young man wearing his best outfit, namely his soccer jersey (a prized possession as they are all very enthusiastic and informed soccer fans) and his watchband proudly displayed below his neck, not to mention the bullets on his belt.












But of course, the main event of the day was the bull-leaping ceremony, the “bulla” that we were able to attend. This ceremony determines whether a young Hamar male is ready to make the social jump from youth to adult and is ready for the responsibilities of marriage, raising a family, and owning cattle. (I couldn’t help but wonder whether we should have an equivalent test.). This event is put on by the young man’s family and is very costly, so it does not happen frequently. A young man may have to wait quite a long time before his family can have the resource to have the ceremony (some even get to be in their thirties) especially if the family has many boys. As a result, they marry women typically younger than they are and will be outlived by their widows for many years.
But back to the ceremony, which is a multi-part event. There are many important players taking part in this ritual. First, there are the women’s relatives or close family friends of the to-be-initiated boy. These women will volunteer to be whipped as a sign of commitment to the young man (and, as a result, will secure the boy’s loyalty.) Then some young men are still single but have recently gone through the bull-jumping ceremony. These men are called the “maz” or “maza” and will be the ones doing the whipping and holding the bulls during the jumping ritual. Finally, of course, the initiated young man will have to leap from one bull to another until he finally reaches the end of a row of 10 to 15. He has to complete this feat four times in a row without falling off to have the right to become a husband. The young man we watched slipped and fell on his first try but later succeeded, thankfully.
The women come highly decorated, their hair and bodies covered with grease (to either help with the scaring or the pain, depending on whom you ask). For this occasion, they wear some clothing on their upper body to prevent their breasts from being injured. At the beginning of the ceremony, after much drinking of sorghum beer and wine, women sing and dance in circles while blowing their trumpets and whistles. The maza, decorated with feathers, necklaces, and bracelets approach the area carrying long thin, flexible branches, which will be used as whips. The maza choose their whips so that they cause the least amount of pain possible and leave a clean mark. At some point, one of the girls gets in front of a maz and sings the praise of the initiated, declaring her love for him and her desire to be marked by the whips of the maz. Eventually, the maz reluctantly concedes to the continuous demands of the girls. With careful aim, the maz strikes the girl so that the end of the whip hits her on the back. The rest of the women are sitting and watching with some anxiety as they will go next. The whole spectacle is highly disturbing to watch. We were told that whipping women during a “bulla”ceremony is one of the “harmful traditional practices” the Ethiopian government is trying to ban. But again, changing a practice that has been so central to a culture is a slow process, and women are resisting such a ban that would prevent them from showing their courage and commitment to a young man related to them.
Once the “whipping” ceremony is over, the maza take part in the ritual of painting their faces as leopards in red and white with spots while the women start assembling the herd of oxen. The herd is brought into a clear land, the women circling it, screaming and shouting. The maza then head for the animals, gathering them side by side with great skill until a line is formed. The naked young man has to jump up and then run over the backs of the oxen, which are held in place by the maza. I am unsure whether anyone ever fails the bull-jumping test, but the young boy we saw looked anxious before starting.
When the event was over, the whole crowd moved on, probably to continue the celebration elsewhere. We returned to our vehicle, discovering that its mirrors had greatly interested the local women, providing an opportunity for one last shot. Then we were on the road to start our long way back, first to the camp and then eventually back home (after a little more exploring in northern Ethiopia).

















So this is the last installment of my Omo tribe’s saga. It was a wonderful journey, which sometimes felt like a dream (and so I go back to my photos to make sure it was real). Is it possible that there are still people living this way in our modern world, untouched by most of our modern trappings (except soccer, perhaps)? Should they be left alone or be urged to join the modern world? These are, of course, hard questions, ones I still ponder. New cell towers are getting closer and closer to these tribal areas, which means they will not be as isolated for long. More of a concern, the largest dam in the world (the Gilgel Gibe III) is being built a few hundred miles upriver from where the tribes currently live. By diverting the water of the Omo River, the dam will generate much-needed electricity for the country, but the water the tribes rely on for cattle and farming may go dry. What will happen to the tribes? Will they still be there in 10 years; will they have disappeared, been destroyed, or integrated into the modern world? Are they the vanishing tribes? I don’t know, but they sure will stay with me.
France
25 Responses
Just stunning! Thank you for these glimpses at an amazing world. What next??
Thanks Tricia,
Next is the Kumbh Mela. Pretty special as well. Stay tuned! 😉
On Mon, Mar 11, 2013 at 2:14 PM, franceleclerc
I know nothing about these beautiful people, but I feel that your photos capture the heart of their culture. Brilliant.
I tried very hard to do so as these people were very special to me. Many thanks for your positive feedback.
This is truly the reflection of Ethiopian Beauty. All I can say is Thank you for showing it through your amazing work. A whole lot of love to you from Ethiopia!
And a whole lot of love to you. I am sure I’ll visit again one day.
France, just wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. You paint the story and make me want to go witness it myself. The images are fantastic. Looking forward to the Kumbh Mela..
Catherine,
As usual thanks for being so supportive. Ethiopia was nice and Namibia will be great too.
Yes, next is the Kumbh Mela… but you have seen it already.
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This is Simply Ethiopian Beauty!
France, these are fantastic images and a wonderful story, thanks for sharing your passion!
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed the images and the story. It was a very special trip for me.
Wow, these photos are stunning. How I would love to travel to these places. Keep up the great work – amazing!!! 🙂
Thank you! Happy (belated) St-Patrick’s Day !
I would love to visit this tribe and see (or even participate?) the ceremony of running over the cows! thank you for the story
Great work, again!
Thank you.
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A stunning final visit to the Omo Valley….
Spectacular photos. You took me there, and I am really truly grateful. Following and a big fan now! So glad I found this post. I’ll look forward to more.
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amen mesfin
Its Amazing that u like it
This is all quite gorgeous. I just wanted to say, I like what you`ve done here on your blog. That`s why I nominated you. http://thegreatzambini.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/versatile-blogger-award/
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thank you ❤❤❤❤❤ am Ethiopian but i haven’t go there i really wanna go there after my graduation
Thank you lidya. I am going back there in January. It is really a special place. Kind regards, France
I am a dancer, and I am writing to you for a photograph that I need for a book on the history of my dance called Kathak. I urgently need a photograph of the Hamar Tribal women wearing of dancing bells on the feet. My email is [email protected] I can pay you but not too much. Please, can you respond. Regards Navina Jafa