Shizuba murder was the village rainmaker. It was a secret they've kept for years, a woman of secret and song. And there was this particular great festival. This woman, who was known as a rainmaker, decided to step out and tell everybody to stay in because.
It's going to rain cats and dogs. Some of these people, too. They used to do this thing very well, either to hold the rain against someone who wants to do something or stuff like that.
And the rain had just stopped that day, and the rainbow blazed across the sky, ending in the dense forest as a chisel. A calabash with strange ointment and things like that, and start singing in a soft, melodic drama. And someone was playing a flute right behind her.
Everybody followed, and her feet quashed the mosque until she reached the place where the rainbow seemed to touch the earth. There under the arc stood an old woman in a wrapper wearing so many colors and her hair woven with bees. She said.
Welcome, my child, the woman said with her voice, and she's over. I was trying to ask the woman, Who are you? The remaker spirit.
The woman smiled. I am the keeper of the hack. Few people have ever found such a place like this. Then she went on to ask.
What are you even looking for that you are doing in this place? She is over desire to ask her mother and tell her of so many things her mother has done and stuff like that.
This woman went on to explain everything that happened under the light of that arc that supports the rainbow.
It was a mind-opening experience. Foot-wrenching things to hear for the first time for a child.