The Ancestors’s Tree Who Cares

“Look at this tree Mom! It’s huge!”

The child was pointing at what seems like an acacia tree in the middle of the savanna. It was very large. It didn’t have much branches but each had a generous amount of leaves drawing a large shadow on the ground.

“It’s our ancestors’ tree, son. My grandfather is laying there and his father before him also rest there. And one day when you will be a strong man, I will go there too.”

Under the tree, cows were protecting themselves from the heat of this sunny afternoon.

“The tree also gives shelter to birds and animals during the hot and dry season. It pumps the water from the deep underground and brings it to the surface so other plants can use it” explained the young woman.

A soft breeze refreshed the air and moved the branches of the tree. It seems like the tree was waving at the two humans.

“Later, when we will plant cassava, you will see how the plants under the tree grow better.”

“Is it because the ancestors take care of our plants?” asked the young boy while looking at the tree again with admiration and a little bit of fear.

“Yes, my son. The ancestor’s tree is the centerpiece of a whole play. It doesn’t move much, it doesn’t say much, but it cares. That’s why we should care it too.”

After these words, the wise woman took her son by the hand and continued her way. They still had to walk a long time to arrive at the next water well.