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Saturday, December 1, 2018

Where Stories Came From


Where Stories Came From

Long long ago, in the wild forests of Africa, there lived a woodcutter called Zenzele and his wife Manzandaba. Zenzele went to the forests every morning, while his wife looked after their three children and finished all the household chores.

The children collected beautiful flowers from the garden, chased the crabs into the sea and rejoiced when they saw a rainbow in the sky. When they would get bored, they asked their mother to tell them a story. But Manzandaba had no stories to tell, for she didn't know what stories were. So she asked her husband if he knew any stories. “Stories? I am a woodcutter. How would I know any stories?" replied Zenzele. “Why don't you ask the grand old tortoise in the forest if he knows any!” he suggested.

Manzandaba rushed to meet the grand old tortoise, who lived inside a cave. “Oh Manzandaba! I am very old now and cannot recall any tales. Why don't you go to Hooty Owl, for she stays awake all night and roams the entire forest!" said the grand old tortoise.

As soon as dusk fell, Manzandaba went to meet Hooty Owl. “Hooty Owl, please tell me some stories for my children are getting bored and I don't know any!” urged Manzandaba. “Hoot-hoot-hoot! Go away, this is no time to tell stories, its time for me to have dinner now!" shouted an angry Hooty.

That night Manzandaba returned home tired and weary. "Mother, do you have any stories to tell us?” asked her daughter. "No dear, I searched for stories everywhere but couldn't find any!” she explained. “If you don't tell us stories we won't sleep!” said her daughter. “Neither will we eat!” warned her son.


Manzandaba was very worried now. She sat on the seashore and cried, “God, please help me find some stories!” Suddenly, she heard someone say, “Why is beautiful Manzandaba shedding her precious tears?" It was the sea turtle. “My children won't eat or sleep if I don't tell them stories!” cried Manzandaba. “Well, children need stories, for that's how they learn about pretty fairies and princesses and brave kings and wicked giants,” explained the wise turtle. “Then tell me some such tales!” said Manzandaba, her eyes lighting up. “I can take you to the place where stories come from!” replied the turtle. The turtle asked Manzandaba to climb on its back and then he swam towards the seabed. Amidst the fishes and colourful plants, there was a mermaid. She had long golden tresses, sparkling eyes and a lovely blue tail. “Welcome to my land!” she said with a warm smile. “Can you tell me some stories?” asked an anxious Manzandaba. “Sure! But what will you give me in return?” asked the mermaid. “Whatever you want.” promised Manzandaba. “Then bring me a picture of your home and your people!" replied the mermaid. “But what will you do with pictures of my family?" asked Manzandaba. “I am a mermaid and I can never go to the dry lands. If you give me a picture of your people then I can weave a story by seeing it!” explained the mermaid.

Manzandaba quickly returned with a picture and the mermaid told her some fascinating tales. This way Manzandaba learnt some new stories and narrated them to her children everyday.

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