African folklore plays an intergral part in the socio-development of the children. This is a treasure our ancestors hid in the annals of history. The danger now is how best to safeguard this wealth as it is threatened by the mass media and white supremacy strategies. Beware countryfolks.
Today we dig into the wealth of our ancestors.A gold mine of wisdom. This is the heritage we are proud of and will continue to safeguard though some external forces try to destroy this so that our children's children will become a generation without a spirit and soul. A generation that will have no foundation of their roots and culture. Of their Umunthu.
Kamba ndi Kalulu
Once upon a time. Tilitonse. There was peace in the world. The world was full of animals and natural vegetation grew. The wind blew in harmony with the melodies of the birds as they perched in the trees. For once nature ruled supreme.
Kamba the Tortoise said to Kalulu the Hare," you cannot run as fast as me! You Kalulu cannot beat me in a race!''
Kalulu the Hare responded, " You must be joking! You the slowest creature on earth dare challenge me?''
The conversation continued in earnest. Then the two agreed to compete in a race. The rule was not to look behind after one passes the other. Forward ever.There was pomp and ceremony throughout the jungle on the day of the race. Other animals wondered too. How can Kamba beat Kalulu, they wondered. The news of the race echoed all over the jungle.
The trumpet was blown. The race commenced. Kalulu the Hare mocked Kamba the Tortoise. '' I will teach you a lesson today.'' Kamba the Tortoise just smiled.
Kalulu moved with mastery and speed. He approached a corner. Surprisingly, Kalulu saw Kamba moving ahead of him. Mmmm... Kalulu increased speed. He overtook Kamba.
At another corner Kalulu saw Kamba still ahead of him, walking majestically!
''How come?'' Kalulu the Hare questioned in a state of won¬der. He increased his pace and passed Kamba the Tortoise.
At the last corner of the race track, Kalulu the Hare saw Kamba the Tortoise ahead of him. Kalulu was shocked.
At the end of the race, Kamba the Tortoise was waiting. Ka¬lulu the Hare rushed to finish but was shocked again to see Kamba the Tortoise at the finishing line, smiling!
The whole jungle erupted in a din of joy. There were ululations and dances were being improvised. Kamba the Tortoise had won the race.
What Kalulu the Hare popularly knowh for his tricks did not know was that at every corner there was a diffferent Kamba the Tortoise.
Kalulu the Hare collapsed.
Ana inu kandiphulileni mbatata! Yapselela!