The Bondongo Tree

In a village far far away, yet not so long from now lives a peaceful people who have prospered long enough to watch the mountains rise, fall, then rise again. This utopian village among what seems to be the central bush of Africa have never known hunger, or murder like the world of old, protected by the tree which towers above all mountains within its view. Always keeping the weather hospitable, and the wildest of nature's animals at bay. The Bondongo Tree hears all under him, and loves many more, especially those of destiny, brave enough to seek this adventurous journey toward their fate.
Will the warriors find the victory they bleed for? Will the little girl find the solace of existence she perceives in everyone around her? Will a mother along, with her band of brethren, be able to save her little boy?
This tale fashioned along the lines of the majestic oral tales of the mother land, echoes those weaved by the elder's around the prehistoric fires of old. It is called "The Bondongo Tree." The protagonist is a small girl who is chosen to be the integral member of a band who have set out from their village to rescue a little boy, who has been stolen away by a massive flying sentient creature. The other members of the band consist of; the elder warrior, the warrior quick, the warrior strong, the twins, the hunter, and the mother.
This story was inspired by the many teachings of my father using Aesop's stories, the history of African nations, and Africa's truly ancient oral stories of mystical people and creatures. I struggled to create a bedtime story, where after every sentence I begged God from within my heart to allow sleep to come for us all.
After telling this story it became a frequent request. During this time I recognized the inner workings of my babies curiosities, and rational for this world I created. As they asked for more I made up all that I could give.