February 24, 2016

ACCEPT HIM AS HE IS - AFRICAN TALES


Accept him
As he is.
So song the Dove.

We are often too critical of each others who are different from ourselves, and we try to change them – instead of accepting them as they are. Monkey and Python were intolerant of each other, and this had disastrous effects . . . by Taban Lo liyong

Accept him
As he is.
So song the Dove.

Monkey heard that while he was going to visit Python that Christmas day. When he arrived, Python called aloud to his mother like this:
“Mummy, Mummy, bring some food. My friend Monkey has arrived.”
Monkey was tired and hungry. “I am so lucky,” he thought, “I will eat to death.” He rushed to the floor where the well-cooked meal was placed.
“Monkey,” said Python, “go and wash your hands. Nobody eats with dirty hands.”
He went, washed his hands, and hurried to where the food was.
“Do you called those hands washed?” was what Python said. “Have some sense. Those hands are black and dirty. Use soap and warm water.”
Monkey went and did so. He retuned with clean hands, palm out.
“Now, Monkey, where were you raised? How can you come to table so dirty, so smelly, so black? Get that blackness off your hands.”

Monkey took a butcher knife, skinned away the black skin on his palms. The palms turned red, red with blood. Tears dropped from his eyes as blood dropped from his hands.
He was still hungry. He came to eat.

“How can you be so uncultured? So unintelligent? Don’t touch my food with your blood.  I am no cannibal.” Those were Python’s words.
Monkey started for home. The Dove sings:

Accept him,
As he is.
Another Christmas day came. Python was going to visit Monkey.
Accept him,
As he is.
Accept him,
As he is.
He heard the Dove sing.

“Countryman,” said Monkey to Python, “you are most welcome.”
Python spread his twenty-foot length on the floor, filling almost every space.
“Mama Monkey,” her son called, “bring in the feast.” Food was brought and placed on the floor. Monkey sat on his haunches, and laid his hands on his knees.
“Now, Python, my countryman,” said Monkey, “get seated.”

 Python coiled himself into a heap like tyres of different sizes.
“Mistah, we don’t call that sitting’’ said monkey. “Now, get seated like other folks. See what I mean?”

Python uncoiled himself. He pushed the greater part of his twenty feet outside the hut. His head was near the pot of food.

“I didn’t tell you to lie on your belly. You must learn to sit, and to sit properly inside a house.” Monkey said like that.

Python assemble all of his himself inside the hut. He started to sit, on his tail. His head went up, up, till it piece through the roof. Monkey ate the food. He took a cutlass and chopped of seven feet from the Python tail. Python jerked up the bulk of his squirming length through the grass roof.
They both heard the Dove singing:

Accept him
As he is.
Accept him,
As he is.
Everyday the Dove sings:
Accept them, as they are.
Accept them, as they are.
                      as they are
                      as they are  


Within us are areas we all would love to change in our lives. Change yourself then you may be able to change the world.

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