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Beware, Soul Brothers

Some years ago an old legend of epic stories told me. The Legend indicated that it was long time ago, even before snakes lost their limbs . At such time elephants have not transcended into growing very large ears. For the date and time of these events, I was not told. The Legend said that a man was traveling from one village to the other. It was dark and cold. It was so cold that the fire flies which often travel during the dark hours carrying embers on their wings were grounded. Their wings were too heavy to fly.Dusk had grown so thick and dark that it might have become very thoughtful to slice the darkness with a large blade. The old man traveling to the next village did not have a large blade so he carried with him a torch made of bundled reeds so that he would find his way on the narrow path. As the man traveled, torching his way through the quite forest, he met a traveler heading in the opposite direction. He was groping his way in the dark. No torch.

"Wow, strange that you are traveling at this hour with a blazing torch," the groping traveler said to the one with the torch.

" In these times no one travels with a bundle of burning flame again. Drop it lest they call you a fool," the groping man implored. The man with the torch thoughtlessly obeyed. He plunged the head of his torch into a nearby creek that was quietly slithering its way.Both travelers then resumed their respective journeys, tumbling and fumbling through the fogs of darkness.

Many years later I learned that the man who had dropped his torch was a native of the Grain Coast. I thought I should share this true story with all readers and those who think to be 'civilized is to expunge oneself of what he/she is made of.