‘‘Digging for the truth’’

‘Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.’ - Stephen King.

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The crowd gathered around the ancient Baobab tree. It’s roots sunk deep into the rich, dark nutritious packed soil— there were some folks in the village area who had been seen moving around in the mist, under the gaze of the man in the moon.

Beams of moonlight shot through the branches of the old, yet sturdy, Baobab tree. The masked storyteller waved her hands around close to the edge of the moonbeams. For a moment, it seemed that some of it almost bent swaying from the storyteller’s magick.

The crowd gasped in awe, some folks terrified. Soon others gathered behind closed doors, and plotted against the masked one.

They grabbed a pitchfork in one hand, and in the other a torch. The earth began to rattle at the sound of the mob approaching.

The masked figure tried to escape, but she was caught in one of the traps. She tried to leap into the air, as soon as she did, a rope sprung near her— and twisted itself around her ankles.

Her body was tied to a pole. The mob jeered! Voices getting louder, and louder: ‘‘Witch! Get ready to feel the heat!!’’

The crowd that had been ready to listen to a tale from the storyteller seemed to have vanish. Now all that was left to pass on the tales was the spirit of the masked storyteller!

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The group of powerful, greedy leaders met and formed a plan. They had grown tired of listening to what she had to say, informing the villagers, the folks to not listen to their appointed rulers!

They were also fed up with the current state of an increase of freedom among the youth. This was all thanks to the so-called masked storyteller.

The leaders created a plan. One that was full proof! They would make sure to set an example for others who would try to follow in their enemy’s footsteps.

This had to be put to an end, before others would end up doing the same thing— encouraging others to explore other areas, villages, or kingdoms. They had the power, and people right in their pocketses!

Later that night, they dragged the masked one, tied her up, & set her on fire. She cried out from pain, and her last words forever echoed in their minds even during their final breath: ‘‘No matter how much you try to bury the truth, it can still be found even within the deepest of tombs placed underneath the ground.’’

Although the leaders had tried to put an end to the one they had feared, the crowds that had listened to what she had to say were inspired to share with others even neighboring towns/cities. The youth were inspired to rise up & bring a revolution! The folks had become tired of the leaders tight hold around the people. Some ended up leaving the leaders to take care of their own properties, and other folks moved to greener pastures. They were ready to start anew, in a different place— one where they could be able to live- in peace!

Some of the leaders decided to move, too, in fear that the folks that were left under their rule would end up working together. They were also afraid of losing their power after many of the people decided it was time they sorted out the leadership of their homeland, and worked to put the leadership role to a vote!

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21st day in St. Valentin’s month, of 2023 .

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