In the following chapter, he casually treads around the bend in the river and crosses into a field, where five African tribesmen with flint-tipped spears are assembled, ready and waiting to start hunting.
They were dressed in colourful kanzu, a Swahili word of Ugandan origin meaning a robe, similar to a tunic or toga.
A tunic is a prehistoric garment from the Mediterranean region. They wore knee-high with short sleeves and a belt.
It can be worn in two parts, one covering the body. Additionally, they wore leather sandals to protect their feet.
**The Motherland**
Once they gathered, they proceeded to the open savanna. The countryside produced long green grass that turned golden under the life-giving sun.
Herbivores were grazing in the heat of the day. A herd of black-and-white zebras looked on. Once they caught sight of the hunters, they ran off into the distance.
The tribesmen were jogging steadily towards them. Similar to an orchestra, the jungle came to life with sound.
Tall, leggy giraffes’ long, majestic stride. Turned into a gallop as their thunderous hooves pounded the Earth.
Startled by the giraffes. The antelopes followed suit in a stampede. The birds darkened the blue sky when they flew out of the trees in fright, fearing a predator.
In the surrounding trees, a troop of bouncing baboons barked warning grunts. Then, a herd of elegant elephants raised their trunks. To blow their trumpets.
Chapter 3
The Stealthful Approach
The tribesmen continued with their steady jog, searching for a suitable meal for the rest of the tribe. The sunrise gave way to the piercing heat of the midday sun as they encountered antelopes mating and grazing.
The fresh wind blew in the hunters’ faces as the animals fought one another with their antlers. The female antelopes mated with a third.
It is a free-for-all to show affection in the natural world as the hunters approach the animals. They crept in, bent down below the tall golden grass, and stealthily formed a crescent around the antelopes.
As they got closer, nearer, not far away. They manoeuvred and approached downwind with their primitive flint-tipped spears.
They froze and crouched lower into the golden vegetation when an antelope’s ears pricked up. It was alerted to their presence. But it was unaware of their position. That was the start of the pursuit.
The animals bolted and ran into the distance, and the tribesmen chased them across the savanna. The nearest antelope was a mature calf that appeared to be having trouble running away.
As it hobbled helplessly. The tribesmen threw their flint spears in an attempt to kill the creature. It dropped to the ground.
**Mixed Blessings**
In jubilation, they ran towards the dead animal. Excited by the hunt and thrilled by the anticipation of a meal, our hero jumped for joy as he ran towards the day’s catch.
His left foot landed in a ditch. Causing him to trip. As he fell forward. He heard what sounded like a tree branch breaking.
But it was his leg that snapped. Above his left ankle. He cried out, ‘Ahh.’
At that point, his body was slowly descending toward the ground. In his vision, a thick, sharp tree root was exposed.
As he fell forward, his upper body careered into the root, which pierced his flesh on the left-hand side of his chest. Suddenly, it was black everywhere, floating nowhere, aimlessly.
**An Awakening of the Mind**
Then, it seemed like a fleeting moment. I could smell the cleanliness of the detergent before I opened my eyes and saw an unusually high ceiling compared to my bedroom. I questioned where I was.
I briefly reflected on whether I had woken up from a dream, a vision, or a memory. My thoughts were drawn back to the night before, when I was at home.
I could feel an injection of fluid seep into my brain. The sensation was warm, soothing, and amusing.
It was like a soft, relaxing massage over my mind. My thoughts opened, and I was overwhelmed with insight, knowledge, and wisdom.
Calmly, I turned my head left to see. A hospital-green wall was close to the single bed on which I was sleeping.
I turned to the right, and a dressing table was in front of a chair. I sat up, slightly confused by the manifestation of my vision, dream, or memory.
I reflected on how I was running freely. It felt natural and surreal. I’ve never been in an African jungle. To dream of such vivid images.
I picked up my mobile phone at 7:02 a.m. on May 4, 2009, and there was a knock on the door. I was still perplexed by my location.
I couldn't remember any possible memories that appeared in a dream. When I answered, ‘Hello.’
A woman’s voice replied, ‘Can I come in?’
I quickly looked at myself. I was dressed in a light green hospital pyjama. I responded, ‘Come in.’
I was surprised. A young woman wearing regular clothing. Not a uniform. Walked into the room.
She said, ‘Good morning. I’m Mrs Love-nest, Head Nurse in Opel Ward. Could you take this medication? The breakfast room is open until 9 a.m.’
I realised that at forty-two. I was in a Mental Health Hospital. I responded, ‘Good morning. Which hospital is this?’
The nurse answered, ‘This is Highgate Mental Health Hospital. Could you take this medication?’
She handed me two tablets. Then, she watched me consume the pills and walked out. I’m left alone, isolated and sectioned off by society.
In a square box room with a toilet inside a shower room. I’m wondering how I got myself into this situation.
As I sit, ponder and reflect, I enter what seems like a daydream when I see myself in a Roman dungeon.
Romans’ Fallacies: Examining the distant past and observing the present reveals the future. As masters of time, space, and mathematical knowledge. Travelling through generations, remember the Roman phrase, ‘There are two sides to a coin.’
It is not entirely true. There are three sides to a coin. Meaning there are two sides to a story. The tale’s truth sits on the thin edge. Where the fact rests its head. The evidence is rarely heard because dead men tell no tales.
Therefore, to understand my life. We need to look into the minds of our ancestors. In the following chapter, we start the story about 10,000 years ago.
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