By morning the storm had passed and Otundie was greeted by the sun as the earth turned like a rolling ball through its orbit. The air was fresh and the wetness of the earth scented the breeze with the prfound oders of the plants and soil.
The rest of the tribe had gathered in the field where they gathered in groups for their daily tasks - the young men would repair the grass huts, the young women would go forth to gather berries, nuts, and fruits for eating later, the old people would watch over the tibal children and would teach them the skills they would need when they pass the coming of age rites, such as weaving baskets and so forth.
Otundie set forth alone to find the fallen spirit he had observed the night before (see pt 1)
When he reached the tree that the lightening had decended upon he was at first disappointed, he saw no spirit of light in it's limbs, he looked around, and circled the tree again and again searching for the spirit.
Suddenly an idea appeared in his mind, if the spirit is not on the tree perhaps it is inside the tree he thought. He picked up a sharp stick and poked at the tree making little progress, so then he took a large chuck of the tree's wood and used the sharp stick like a drill inside of it, holding his hands in prayer like manner the stick spun in his hands - twisting slightly into the wood and suddenly smoke appeared and he saw a few tiny sparks of light fly out of the wood.
He became most excited in seeing that - Aha, he had brought the spirit of light form out of the tree, he did not know that he was about to change the fate of human exsistance for ages to come by discovering this, he only knew he would have a great story to tell later that day when the tribe gathered around the storytellers rock in the field.
Poudly he took the wood and his fire sticks back to the village and put them in his hut for safekeeping until that afternoon.
................. to be continued ...............
