Giuseppe closed his eyes and began to recall the story that Bee told him about the cowry shell:
Many years ago, at the dawn of time, there was a young man named Googong. He was a skilled hunter and often went out for days, in search of prey that his tribe could feed on for a long time. Fortunately, his orientation skills were outstanding as well, so he always found his way back easily. However, one day when he was on one of his hunting trips, he was so intent on tracking down a big fat wallaroo in unknown territory, that he lost his bearings.
Before he knew it, Googong was unable to find his way home. He stood on one leg, leaning against his spear and was deliberating over what to do next, when he was distracted by a noisy mob of rainbow lorikeets flying overhead. He looked up and instinctively decided to follow them. As luck would have it, the lively little parrots were not in a hurry, and therefore Googong easily kept up. Not before long, the landscape began to change from open scrubland to rainforest. This type of scenery was new to Googong, and his mouth fell open in amazement on seeing all the different trees, bushes, flowers and birds he had never seen before.
Then, as he progressed in an easterly direction, Googong picked up a roaring sound, also coming from the east. What could that be, he wondered uneasily. Still, he carried on following the lorikeets until they decided to settle in a tall red gum. “Hmm,” Googong sighed, “which way do I go now?” He thought for a few seconds before deciding to continue in the direction of the roaring sound.
The sound became louder and louder, and Googong became more and more curious as to where it was coming from. He did not have to wait long. As he turned left, he was welcomed by the sun’s rays making their way through the heavy, leafy tree canopy. Something deep inside urged him to quicken his pace, and suddenly, he found himself on a long stretch of fine, white sand overlooking a vast mass of water that continually rolled onto the sand in waves. It made him stop in his tracks and stare in bewilderment at what he had once heard the tribal elders refer to as the ocean.
All of a sudden, he was startled by the sound of footsteps in the underscrub. He turned around to see a young woman slowly approaching him. Again his mouth fell open in amazement as he stared unabashedly at her. He was stunned by her beauty and fell instantly in love with her.
“Good day,” he spoke and was surprised when she answered likewise in his native language.
“Good day,” she said, blushing, “I’ve been expecting you.”
By now, Googong was absolutely astounded. It made the woman smile.
“My name is Burrungai. Welcome to our land.”
“Oh, thank you,” Googong replied, “and my name is Googong.”
“When I was but a young girl, my grandmother prophesized about a young and handsome hunter from the west who would come to visit us.”
Googong listened carefully to Burrungai, eager to learn more about her and the prophecy.
“Can you feel it too?” she asked, placing her hand on her heart.
Googong understood her straight away and also placed his hand on his heart.
“Yes,” he replied. “What does it mean, Burrungai?”
“It means, as the prophecy says, that we are destined for each other. You and I are two halves of a whole, and because of our reunion, we will become far more powerful than we could ever be on our own.”
Googong took a few moments to take in what he had just heard. The chorus of tropical birds in the background helped him.
“So, we are twin spirits. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes,” Burrungai nodded.
Then she began to look a bit sad.
“What’s the matter?” Googong asked his newly found love.
“The prophecy also says that we are to have only one day and one night together.”
“But why?” Googong interrupted her.
“We must apply the empowerment of our reunion to our lives with our own tribes. Only then, will we all benefit.”
Now it was Googong who felt sad and Burrungai could see it in his face.
Remembering this part of the story hit Giuseppe hard. Once again, he recognized the allegory that the story formed with his own real-life love story. As tears streamed down his face, he swallowed to clear the lump in his throat and continued to recollect Bee’s story.
TO BE CONTINUED...
‘Reveal’ by Jonathan M on Freeimages.com
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