According to an early Zambian belief, the sky was like a roof over the earth. It was so low that the people could reach and touch it. At certain places, it was even hanging down loose, like a mosquito net that we use over our bed at night.
The Gods and Spirits of our forefathers lived inside this sky, and they could always listen to the prayers, songs, chatter and squabbles taking place on Earth.
The sky was so low, that the people could talk to the Gods and get their wishes fulfilled immediately. They could also get their quarrels and differences sorted out as quickly.
But the Gods had no rest. The incessant chatter of women was a constant nuisance to them. In addition, the children often wiped their dirty hands on the loose folds of the sky and made the abode of Gods very filthy. For a long time, the Gods and the Ancestors could not solve their problem and had to put up with the thoughtless ness of the human beings.
One day, after harvest time, all the women of the earth gathered and started pounding their corn in countless mortars with long and heavy pounding sticks. As the sticks were raised and lowered, the women also started poking and punching the face of the sky, this way and that, all over the place. Some of the Gods were knocked and pushed around violently. To add to this, the ceaseless chatter of the women was deafening. So much so that the Gods had to have an urgent meeting called and called and decided that the sky must be raised quite high if they wanted to be safe from the thoughtlessness of the talkative women.
At a moment's notice, they raised the sky so high that the women of the earth could insult the Gods no more. Ever since then, the sky has remained where we see it today. Along with the sky, the Gods too stay far away from the easy reach of any ordinary human beings.
So, you see, this is how the foolish chatter of silly unthinking women drove the sky and the Gods far away from us.
More Zambian folk-tales
How the Monkeys Come to Be
A long time ago, deep in the African jungle, there was a clearing where a particular tribe had built their huts and lived peacefully. In their midst were a skinny older man and his wife, a thin older woman. These two were always complaining of their hunger and poverty. Naturally, all the good neighbours took pity on them and often invited them to share a meal with them. However, whenever they visited a hut, they made it a point to steal something to keep for themselves.
Why the Jackal Howls at the Moon
Long, long ago, in the middle of a dark forest in the Congo, there lived a Jackal. He was big and strong, and all the other animals were afraid of him. At nightfall every evening, he would take his gold tipped bamboo spear and go out hunting.
One night, as he set out into the forest, the Moon, up in the sky, was watching him, as he hunted among the trees with his gold tipped spear. In a few hours' time, he had killed two Kudus and a wild Pig. The Moon became jealous of the Jackal's success and planned to steal the spear.
The Fourth Gourd of Cowrie
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A Different Baby
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