The Quest

The palm nut cone fell from a great height and rolled down the hill into Kujumu, sacred home of the gods. It was such splash that sounded like a bombshell.

“Jesus Christ! How did this happen?” I cried.

I swooped down the large ancient palm tree on the desolate hillside and stood by, arms folded, imagining how the cone could missed the barricade that I had put in place to stop it from rolling down the hill into the waterfall. I could hardly believe that even if the cone had skipped the defense wall, it would have rolled right into that sacred place of the ancestors. Read More…