FEVER'S AND CHILLS OF MENTAL EQUILIBRIUM AT BIRTH

The ecstasy of dying with satisfaction reverberates the core of the intuitive mind of of wumpini whose whole life and majority of his family rotates round the scorches of poverty and the renegades of the hostile fevers of discontent and the chills of non relevance in the affairs of his beloved society. A mentally astute young man who had attained mental equilibrium at so young an age that even the wisest of the elite in society could not comprehend. The glimpses of greatness is often experienced by it’s bearers through repeated and cyclical flashes of unexplained dreams trickling much information down until it is clearly deciphered by yet to be greats. As soothsayers had foretold, Wumpini had reincarnated from a previous life in which he was the head of the whole extended family and a whole civilization filled with mystical creatures and inexplicable events. He was eventually named after a famous ancestor deemed to have elevated and brought honour and respect to the entire family and civilization. He disappeared from the home when he was 6months with no body knowing his whereabouts. As usual spiritual “browsing” was made to determine how he disappeared, where he was and whether he was still alive or not. All the great soothsayers predicted accurately he was alive and would return with special gifts bestowed on him by spirits in the deep wild forests of unimaginable spiritual density. It was the first time his family had experienced that having heard of this mystical occurrence in some families in time past. His uncle, Naporoo on one of his usual hunting trips chanced upon a frightening encounter as he saw a crawling baby seated in the middle of Giants who all seemed to be worshipping the little creepy innocent creature who knew not what was going on .Naporoo hid himself well so he wouldn’t be noticed by these mystical giants. Wumpini was surprisingly enjoying their company amidst the numbness his uncle felt down his spine with instantaneous loss of speech and vigour. He hurriedly went home and explained what he had witnessed to the chief known as Naa Ziblim who assembled all the powerful magicians of the town through a night gong gong to search for their son. They set off on the early ours of the night like most hunters knowing that spirits entertain themselves in the deep darkness of the night when human souls are temporarily dead but for their breathe.