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Water Magic
Ones, not so long ago, in the bushman's lands of southern Africa,
it became so dry. So dry infact, that humans, the animals, trees
and the plants died in large numbers.
The Tribal King, concerned about the well being of his Kingdom,
he called his people to sit and council together. There under the
only surviving thorn tree, the King addressed his people:
"We have been bad, doing bad things with the water and that
has angered the Water Goddess. Now she is cross with us, punishing
us by giving us drought, illnesses, pain and sufferings. We must
look into ourselves and change our ways of living with the water"
The King then ordered his people to say many wise words to praise
the Water Goddess who lived there in the deep sea. He ordered every
woman, man, child, animal and plant to think very clearly, about
what could be done to fix the drought problem.
Women, children, animals and all the plants sang many songs and
danced majestic dances to the men's magical drum beating tunes,
to appease the Water Goddess and her cabinet.
And when they had sang, danced and played like madness, when all
the hope of getting rain was gone and people had started to walk
home in despare... it started to rain! And it rained and rained again!
People ran out from their little huts crying "Mvua! Mvua! Mvua!
Some children rolled in the water pools. Some danced in the rain!
Some birds hovered in midair helping themselves to the falling rain.
But for some, it was all too happy and too much. They sat in their
doorways watching the rain as it felt like the skies were wide
opened-with their compelling eyes. Some, and especially the older
ones, could only cry.
And there, is where our story starts!
"This is a deeply textured tale told in the simplest of ways."
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