The Calling of The Beating Sky Drums
“Come to me my feathered creature, fly into my spirit and take me high within the clouds so I may fly with the winged ones.”Kwahu called upon the eagle as it glided in circular motion above, looking out over the cliff that shadowed his now tribe that father left behind so sudden. Many questions he attained but had no answers to. How was he to run a tribe with no direction or guidance? The clouds sailed by in with grey smoke that turned the heavens dark. The sound of the drums pounded as the wind pipes blew.
“Kwahu…….It is time you must come at once.” Anoki standing at the bottom of the cliff called out “The tribe awaits your presence to continue with your father’s sacred ceremony.” Kwahu turned and took lead down the cliff and Anoki followed closely. Kwahu stood grounded next to the Elders of the tribe. Three members of the tribe carried the body of Chief Abnaki and placed him in the river and washed the body with lavender oil. Lavender oil was used to wash away the impurities of the body. They wrapped him in a white sheet and placed him to rest in the wooden coffin prepared for his eternal sleep.
“We now lay your body to rest Chief Abnaki” as they placed the feather of the eagle on his chest as respect to their dead. They laid his wooden box below the ground to return his shell casing to Mother Earth. They sadly chanted the song to honor their chief! Kwahu lead the tribe back to their camp grounds to finish off their burial rites and honors to their chief.
The Aponivi tribe took seat around the flame that burned within the chopped tree trunks on the ground. The tribe sat and listened to the sound of Kwahu’s voice as he spoke with courage and strength. “I come to you my people as the new chief of this tribe. My father may have left in the flesh but lives in the spirit. He once told a story about two creatures. Two dogs which were asleep when the smoke offerings were made and they were forgotten……. they both grieved and were very angry. They had been neglected when the smoke offerings had been made to all our living things. In turn they both said to the people, you have failed to make smoke offerings to us therefore to punish you, we shall bite you and we will never leave you. We will be found within you forever. The names of these two dogs were sickness and death, and so they said sickness and death are upon all living things of this earth. Our powers increase and diminish. We have strength and weariness. We are bitten by sickness and bitten by death. Through sickness and death all things that are bitten are returned and born again. This story my father, our rested chief stood by. He was bitten by sickness and death and diminished with the eye of the eagle. I take the oath in standing before you and doing the same. Yet many of you may think I may be just a boy and too young to be chief. I will root myself to the soil provided by our mother earth to protect my people. I ask you turn away with belief in me.” He released a howl to conclude his father’s ceremony and cried with the wolves.
“Come now Kwahu its time to rest our weary hearts. The chief must get his rest and prepare for what this land may bring us” said his mother!
“Yes mother I must for it has been a long of a day.”
Kwahu saw Anoki running towards him with distress and was gasping for air as if he had been running from a far distance. His words scattered as he spoke “Kwahu……..there are foreigners that come and they carry artillery.”
“I must go at once mother, gather the woman of the tribe and prepare for the worse.”
“Kwahu….. May the spirits guide and protect you.”
“Yes mother….. Now go.” Kwahu left running to gather the rest of the tribe.
To be continued......
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