Spirit Of The Forest

Kagoro

It was a day just like another, birds with bright pink feathers roamed delicately above the skies. However, the skies never truly remain the same, it was hues of blue yesterday and today shades of orange conquered throughout. It was not too warm and not too cold either, just right for anyone willing to explore the limits of the the Great Rift Valley. At a distance, a light wisp of smoke can be seen coming through a tiny hut just in the midst of the valley. The women sang songs of their ancestors, and the children listened intently. The tribesmen have been looking after their herd, children ran around the cattle, only to be scared by the elderly with their sticks. Kagoro observed quietly, his mind was filled with thoughts and yet those thoughts couldn't take him where he wanted to go.  Kagoro felt bored of watching, he felt that it would be more fitting to watch the sunset for once. Even so the other tribesmen of Maasai had looked after the herd and harvest throughout the centuries that it didn't feel right to him.  He felt like an outcast in the midst of his own people, he just needed someone with the same outlook on life. Every once in a while they would hold competitions to show each others bravery among themselves. There were those who the elderly liked such as Akaju, he was the strongest of them all. Kagoro always found him to be full of pride, maybe he felt this way because most of the tribesmen believed he was a bit odd.

Kagoro woke up early every day, he questioned himself as to why he kept on waking up to do the same chores. However this was just one of those days that ought to be more different than most of them ordinary ones. Instead of taking the path as everyone else which was towards the herd, he walked the dusty path of the desert towards the forest. The birds were chirping, and the breeze touched his skin softly. He kept walking on as if he heard the trees whisper in his ear, welcoming him towards the mysteries of the forest. While some animals were grazing the others scurried into hiding. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of the fresh earthiness of the surroundings. He crept slowly even deeper into the forest, he felt the leaves crumble with every step he took. Then he heard a spear dart towards him, it was so swift that he jumped on the ground and covered his ears. He opened his eyes anxiously, which were closed tightly in fear of being harmed.

To his surprise, there was no one in front of him, he looked around to find the spear but there was none to be found. He was so sure that he had heard the spear moving rapidly. Following this incident, the strangest thing happened. He could feel that someone was behind him, he started sweating with fear. He gradually started moving his eyes towards whatever or whoever was behind him. What he saw was mystical and yet terrifying at the same time. He saw a spirit, a spirit of an aged warrior. The warrior's face was covered in blood, his eyes were wide open, but it was clear there was no life in it, his clothes were ripped and his head was covered with beads and feathers. The spear that he had was longer than Kagoro, to his amazement it was levitating. Kagoro gazed at him, as a child does with the utmost confusion. The spirit passed through him, he felt a chill and he was left with goosebumps all over his body. The spirit faced him once again and looked at him intently. The spirit spoke the language of the Maasai (Olmaa). He said softly " Go on son warn them, warn them of my existence, tell them the spirit of Uroko has returned"