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Stories From Home – How The World Came Into Being.

Long before the invention of time, Sun stood high and mighty by her lonesome. She loved to dance around the sky with her hands spread out, twirling on her orbit and humming songs of praise to Ngai, the creator. She had lived for thousands of years but not once did she ever go off. She had longed for some company and often asked Ngai to mold her a friend or a child, but being the jealous man that he was, Ngai refused Sun’s request. He loved all the attention he got from her and the thought of Sun shifting her devotion from him was frightening

Sun’s mood begun to change and her light started to dim without her noticing. Ngai’s concern grew as he begun to shiver from the cold. “Sun, shift your posture to the right, I’m trying to warm up here.” He requested.

Sun did as her master said but Ngai was still cold. He pondered for a moment and thought of a solution to the problem but there was non. “When I created you, you smiled and danced your way around. You lit up the sky and brightened me up. Now you look distressed. What could be the matter?” Ngai asked.

” I have no one other than you Ngai. I need some company,” said Sun. “A child maybe?”

Ngai had grown tired of this topic and pushed it for later, but his heart had softened because he knew he needed Sun to keep warm. Before he went on his way he said “Fine. I will create one child only. But I’m afraid you will no longer devote your attention to me so you will stay near me.”

Sun immediately lit up upon hearing the news and twirled her way around the sky again. Ngai created Earth for Sun and placed her at a fair distance from her mother. Sun was then instructed to stand still at the center.

Earth was round and brown. She was made up of dirt and hot coals were placed within the confines of her belly- Ngai had used some of Sun’s heat to mould her. She went about her orbit in hopes of reaching her mother Sun, but her efforts availed nothing. This made Earth very sad from loneliness and she in turn begged Ngai for a favor. “I’m in desperate need of a brother or a sister,” she pleaded with tears in her eyes.

Ngai knew this request all too well and reluctantly collected some of Earth’s coals and transformed them into Fire. “There you go. You have a brother named Fire,” and off Ngai went to scold Sun for ever asking for a child in the first place. He realized he just could not please anyone and this frustrated him.

Earth and Fire loved to play but their games often resulted in one hurting the other. Fire had a bad temper and Earth was hard headed. Having a sibling was not all that fun after all. When they had their differences, Earth often called upon Ngai for a chat but sometimes he was too busy for her complaints. His anger scared her to a point of making her cry. To make up for his actions, Ngai collected all of Earth’s tears and transformed them into Water.

“Whenever Fire fights you, team up with water,” Ngai said and went on his way.

Earth and Water were inseparable and Fire became jealous. He approached the creator for some consolation. Feeling the need to be fair, Ngai sympathised with Fire and formed Wind from Water’s back. “You have a brother to support you when you’re at your lowest point. Call on Wind in those moments.” Ngai left for his dwelling in the sky and marveled at his creation.

Earth, Fire, Water, Wind.

They lived in harmony most of their lives, but they sometimes rivalled against each other. When that happened, there was often a calamity. Wind carried everything in his way. Fire consumed everything he could. Water drowned anyone who’d disagree with her and Earth would crack herself open and destroy anyone on her back.

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Stories From Home – Afrotheology

When somebody dies, their soul departs from their body and ascends into Heaven if they lived according to God’s standards. If they lived their life causing harm to others, their soul descends into hell.

It was the same with our forefathers – their gods presided over their whereabouts in the afterlife. Your destiny was highly dependent on your actions on earth. When death knocked at your door, your body became dust and your soul joined others who had gone before you in the spirit world. In the Tonga tradition, the dead person’s spirit was known as Mizimu and it had the ability to protect families or haunt enemies. Death rituals (sounding drums and running in all directions while singing sorrowful songs) were therefore performed to accord the deceased person peace in the afterlife so that they would not appear as ghosts. In ancient Egypt, kings were buried along with their possessions so that they could continue to enjoy the same spoils on earth as in death.

There existed thriving traditional liturgies in ancient Africa. Mwari, Mulungu, Lesa, Nyambe, Ngai etc etc were all names of deities. People subscribed to different gods that were in charge of different facets of life. Good behavior earned the people abundant rainfall. If the rain deities however, were not impressed with the peoples’ actions, sanctions were sent on earth causing droughts. In such times, a rain maker with special powers was selected to perform rituals that’d appease the gods. If the rituals were unflattering, the gods sent misfortunes to show the people that they were not impressed. One tired and angry god is Leza who sent a honey bird with three calabashes of seeds to earth. He instructed the bird to scatter the seeds from only two of the gourdes and keep the third one safely until his return to earth. Know what happened? The bird pecked the seeds from all three gourdes causing a huge mess. Leza furiously spent much of his time cleaning up, which caused him to release bolts of lighting and drums of thunder. The rain god should have known better!

Leza along with his fellow gods often proved that they were easily angered. Merely questioning their divinity or the origin of mankind was prohibited. Even though findings in science have proved that the human race evolved from the Homosapien, oral stories tell varying stories. The Tswana people for instance, trace their roots from Matsieng, a giant who emerged from a water hole along with throngs of people and animals. Seeing that the areas surrounding the hole were fertile, Matsieng and his entourage settled there. His footprint is now a national monument in Botswana.

Matsieng’s footprint

The Shona people of Zimbabwe on the other hand, established their kingdom on the Zimbabwe plateau. There they engineered stone structures considered to be one of the most marveling of arts in the ancient world. The building was known as Dzima Dza Mabwe – Great Stone Houses, where the country derives its name.

Great Zimbabwe

In a quest to find salt, Nyatsimba Mutota stumbled upon the stone acres and founded his kingdom, thereby becoming the first Mwene- prince. Over population led to the demise of the Mutapa as resources became too scarce to sustain human life. Consequently people broke out of the kingdom to found their own nations which then led to tribal wars. Other ancient African establishments crumbled similarly with colonization being the pinnacle; Christian missionaries preached against traditional beliefs calling it witchcraft or black magic.

Today remnants of ancient African theology linger, but are greatly feared and discouraged by modern faiths.

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Many many thanks to Beaton and Kay for their contributions!! 🙏 🙏

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Stories From Home – Limbo Limbo Limbo

Does he snort when he laughs? Does he throw his head back when he laughs? How does he act when he’s mad? Does he sit by his lonesome until he calms himself down or does he throw things around? Does he like people or he’s lonesome like I am? What is it about me that’s like him? I might never know.

My memory of our last time together is not vivid but the cause is. It was a week before I went to uni. 2011 was the year. He wanted to make sure I was okay before starting my new chapter. For a little while we talked, checked on each other. That kind of thing. Then the frequency weakened and the check ups dropped. I was used to it. I wasn’t disappointed. If anything I anticipated it for a really long time. He had said something about being a bad texter. No hard feelings. All was good on my side. Limbo, limbo, limbo.

2013, autumn leaves fell to the ground. September came and I was spring break ready. Cultural Festival, Ladies Night, $1 Dollar Shots, 5 bucks ciders . I had an eventful birthday week. I remember getting his text a day later and his excuse was that he didn’t have credit. No problem.

I became detached and it didn’t bother me. I remember moments when I’d pray about it because I wanted to miss him. I just wanted to have those normal obsessive feelings that other girls have. I prayed to God to place that desire in me but it just died a natural death.

Time has lapsed.

I now only ever hear from him once a year and I’m a little bit sad about it. It was only a matter of time. Not so limb anymore. This I’m quite happy about because those are the feelings I used to pray for and God has finally answered. I want nice things. I want a nice life. A better job. Loyal friends. A tiny part of me just feels like I have to make my peace with him and certain hopes and dreams will fall in place. The African in me holds these sentiments to a degree. The Christian in me is trying to be obedient to that one commandment.

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