The Story Of The Makgabe -

"Little one," hissed the First Ancestor. "Why come you here, where even the hyena's courage fails?"

Long ago, before the great herds scattered and the rains forgot their season, the people of the Kalahari faced a hunger that gnawed deeper than any lion. The riverbeds turned to dust. The melons shriveled on the vine. Chief Kgosi called a kgotla —a sacred meeting beneath the ancient camelthorn tree. "We must send someone to the cave of the Ancestors," he said. "Someone small enough to pass through the stone ear of the hill. Someone clever enough to ask for the secret of water." the story of the makgabe

Then a young woman named stepped forward. She was not a chief's daughter or a renowned tracker. She was a gatherer of roots and a mender of calabashes. The warriors laughed. "The cave will eat her," they said. "Little one," hissed the First Ancestor

"I would trade everything," Makgabe said, "for my people to see rain again." The melons shriveled on the vine