2000 by Phillip Martin All rights reserved.
African Folk Tales
by Phillip Martin
"Help me," the
old man begged. "My neighbor has stolen from me."
paramount chief gladly listened. It pleased him that others recognized his wisdom.
"What exactly is the problem?" questioned the chief.
neighbor stole my goats. I'm a poor man, too poor to replace them."
what do you have to say?" the chief asked the man's neighbor.
don't know what he is talking about," answered the neighbor. "I have
many goats but none of them belong to this man."
would not be an easy problem to settle. The paramount chief would have to rely
on his wisdom. It was the kind of problem he enjoyed the most.
have a test for you," announced the chief. "Whoever passes the test
will own the goats. Go home until you can answer this for me. I want to know what
is the fastest thing in the world. Do not return until you have my answer."
two men left shaking their heads. Who could answer that question?
old man repeated the question to his daughter, Ziah. She was as beautiful as she
was wise. Right away, she whispered the answer that would please the chief. The
old man returned to the chief the following morning.
chief was surprised. "You already have an answer for my question?"
replied the old man, "it was not difficult."
what is the fastest thing in the world?"
answered the old man. "We never have enough of it. It always goes too fast.
There is never enough time to do all that we want to do."
answer amazed the paramount chief. He wasn't sure if he himself could have answered
the question as well. "Who helped you? Who gave you these words?" demanded
"They are my own
words, my own thoughts," lied the old man. "There is no one else who
are not telling the truth, I will punish you," warned the chief.
old man was too afraid to continue the lie. "It was my daughter, Ziah, who
gave me the words," he confessed. "She is a very wise woman."
must be!" thought the chief. "I would like to meet this woman."
Not long after that the old man
presented his daughter Ziah to the paramount chief. If the chief was amazed with
her wisdom, he was captivated by her beauty. "You are indeed a wise and lovely
woman. I would be honored to have you as my wife. Will you marry me?"
honor is mine," smiled Ziah.
the chief was pleased, he was also concerned about having such a wise wife. He
did not want her to interfere with the problems brought before him. He didn't
want to share this honor with anyone, not even his wife.
in my house is yours," declared the chief. "I only have one rule for
you. You must never involve yourself with the problems brought before me. This
is your only warning. If you break this rule, I will send you from my house."
chief's new wife only smiled at his command.
went well for quite some time. The paramount chief continued to hear people's
problems while Ziah kept herself busy without becoming involved. Usually she agreed
with his decisions.
One day, however,
the chief gave one of his puzzles to two boys who argued over a sheep. Ziah knew
she shouldn't help the boy who really owned the sheep, but he was so upset. She
finally asked him to explain his problem.
chief asked for the impossible," he sighed. "He gave us an egg and said
that whoever could hatch the egg by tomorrow would own the sheep."
knew she shouldn't help but the solution was so obvious. "Take some rice
to the chief," she instructed. "Tell him to plant it today so that in
the morning you will have rice to feed your chicken. He will know that it is just
as impossible to grow rice in one day as it is to hatch an egg that quickly."
boy ran to the chief with the rice. He said exactly the words he was told. The
chief was not impressed; he was angry! "Who told you this? Who gave you the
rice?" he ordered. "These words are too wise for one so young."
are my own words, my own thoughts," said the boy too afraid to speak the
truth. "There is no one else who helped me."
you are not speaking the truth, I will punish you," warned the chief.
was Ziah!" cried the boy. "She knew you'd understand the wisdom."
chief, furious his wife had broken his only rule for her, called her before him
and scolded, "Didn't you know all that I have is yours? You have broken the
only rule I had for you. Now, go back to your father's home."
I go, may I fix you one final meal?" asked the woman. "Then, I will
take what is mine and go."
answered the chief. "Make whatever you want. Take whatever you want. Just
be sure that you do not remain here tonight!"
prepared the chief's favorite meal. She served it with a generous amount of palm
wine. Before the meal was finished, the chief became very drunk and quietly fell
asleep. Ziah's plans worked exactly as she had hoped.
her family's help, she carried the paramount chief to her father's home. They
placed him on a bed and he slept soundly through the night. In the morning the
chief's voice boomed throughout the house. "Where am I? What am I doing here?"
Ziah entered the
room and grinned. "You said I could take whatever I wanted from your house.
I wanted you and so I took you."
are certainly a wise woman," smiled the chief. "Come return with me
to our home. Only a fool would send away such a woman."
you, my chief, are no fool," whispered the clever wife.