BIG sister Manzandaba put her brothers and sisters to bed around the night fire.
“Go to sleep, little ones,” she said.
But they weren’t sleepy yet.
“A story first, Manzandaba! Tell us a story first!” they begged.
A story? Manzandaba didn’t know any stories. She asked her father, Zenzele, who had come to sit beside the fire too. But Zenzele shook his head.
“We have no stories, my daughter,” he said. “In all my years on earth, I have never heard one single story.”
Where could she find a story for her brothers and sisters, Manzandaba wondered. Whom could she ask? The wind, perhaps? He might help. For in those early days, humans were able to speak with other powers – with the wind, the sea and the river, and…
