KUTUGUANGO OF DEATH

Translated
By
Macho PatiLemba
When human beings began to die, humanity was terrified
so, they send a plea to Nsambia with his messenger Nba
(the dog). "We do not want to perish," the said to Nba.
But the Supreme Being replied, inexorably:
"You were born to die." At the insistence of Nba,
Nsambia made a concession, "Go back and tell men
anyway they have to die, but tell them to ask me a grace to
make death more acceptable. You bring me the answer to
the first sun light in the morning. If you arrive a second
later I will not give them anything at all .
After much thought, the man finds a solution to the grave
problem: "Okay, We die, but let us be resurrected, and they
sent that message with Nba the Lord of Lords. It
happened, however, that Nba had an enemy: the
Scorpion, dying of envy, because Nsambe didnt assing
him as the messenger. In alliance with the worm that he
needed the dead to live, developed a trick: they placed
along the way several ox bones.
Nba leave with the speed of lightning, he feels tempted by
the first bones he found in the way, but eager to fulfill their
mission, he continue running at full speed. The roosters
stimulate him with their songs while he pearst through the
constellations. The bones continue emerging, and the

temptation overtake Nba stops to groat. The owl yells:

"Leave it!, !Continue!" Everything is irrelevant.
Nba grabs a bone and then another and another. When he
finally resuming his path, it was too late, the sun already
rised when he arrived, panting, at the feet of Nsambi.
"Resucitate them, Lord!", but Nsambi did not allowed,
inflexible, and who ever dies on earth, will die forever,
without resurrection, without rejuvenation.
For the Scorpion envy.
For the Worm greed.
For Dog disobedience.