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ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 387In this 387th issue of the Baba Indaba’s Children's Stories series, Baba Indaba narrates the Fairy Tale "THE CITY OF FORTUNE”.Once, long ago and far, far away, there was a boy named Rupert, the sharpest and most prudent lad in his village. One night around the campfire he and others from the village were listening with amazement to a veteran soldier who was telling the story of his adventures – and of the City of Fortune.“It is situated on the summit of a very high mountain, so steep that only very few have succeeded in reaching the top,” he said. “There, gold circulates in such abundance that the inhabitants do not know what to do with the precious metal.”Taking note the next morning Rupert asked the soldier the way to the city.“"The way is long and rocky, and full of difficulties which must be overcome. Sharp pebbles will tear your feet and a thousand more terrible difficulties will arise to meet you.”Rupert thanked the soldier and considered his future in the village against a journey to the City of Fortune. The village will be still be here whether I fail or succeed he reasoned. And so with his mind made up Rupert packed a swag-bag and saying good-bye to his parents and his brother, began to walk in the direction of the City of Fortune.What happened next you ask…? Did Rupert make it to the City of Fortune and would there be a price to pay? Well many things happened, some silly and funny, and some serious. To find the answers to these questions, and others you may have, you will have to download and read this story to find out for yourself!Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children's stories from around the world. “Baba Indaba” translates into English as "Father of Stories".Each issue also has a "WHERE IN THE WORLD - LOOK IT UP" section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story. HINT - use Google maps.See the 385+ Baba Indaba Children's stories on Google Play. Search for "Baba Indaba" or for ISSN "2397-9607" to get the full list.33% of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to charities.INCLUDES LINKS TO DOWNLOAD 8 FREE STORIES
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
A Fairy Tale
Baba Indaba Children’s Stories
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Abela Publishing, London
2017
THE CITY OF FORTUNE
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Baba Indaba Children’s Stories
ISSN 2397-9607
Issue 387
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Baba Indaba, pronounced Baaba Indaaba, lived in Africa a long-long time ago. Indeed, this story was first told by Baba Indaba to the British settlers over 250 years ago in a place on the South East Coast of Africa called Zululand, which is now in a country now called South Africa.
In turn the British settlers wrote these stories down and they were brought back to England on sailing ships. From England they were in turn spread to all corners of the old British Empire, and then to the world.
In olden times the Zulu’s did not have computers, or iPhones, or paper, or even pens and pencils. So, someone was assigned to be the Wenxoxi Indaba (Wensosi Indaaba) – the Storyteller. It was his, or her, job to memorise all the tribe’s history, stories and folklore, which had been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. So, from the time he was a young boy, Baba Indaba had been apprenticed to the tribe’s Wenxoxi Indaba to learn the stories. Every day the Wenxoxi Indaba would narrate the stories and Baba Indaba would have to recite the story back to the Wenxoxi Indaba, word for word. In this manner he learned the stories of the Zulu nation.
In time the Wenxoxi Indaba grew old and when he could no longer see or hear, Baba Indaba became the next in a long line of Wenxoxi Indabas. So fond were the children of him that they continued to call him Baba Indaba – the Father of Stories.
When the British arrived in South Africa, he made it his job to also learn their stories. He did this by going to work at the docks at the Point in Port Natal at a place the Zulu people call Ethekwene (Eh-tek-weh-nee). Here he spoke to many sailors and ships captains. Captains of ships that sailed to the far reaches of the British Empire – Canada, Australia, India, Mauritius, the Caribbean and beyond.
He became so well known that ship’s crew would bring him a story every time they visited Port Natal. If they couldn’t, they would arrange to have someone bring it to him. This way his library of stories grew and grew until he was known far and wide as the keeper of stories – a true Wenxoxi Indaba of the world.
Baba Indaba believes the tale he is about to tell in this little book, and all the others he has learned, are the common property of Umntwana (Children) of every nation in the world - and so they are and have been ever since men and women began telling stories, thousands and thousands of years ago.
Location of KwaZulu-Natal (shaded in red)
This next story was told to him by a traveller who heard it while waiting for the ferry to cross the Don River at Rybatskiy. Can you find Rybatskiy on a map? What country is it in?
A Fairy Tale
A story, a story
Let it come, let it go
A story, a story
From long, long ago!
Umntwana Izwa! Children Listen!
Umntwana, these are stories from a long, long time ago and far, far away, from an expanse of land which is bordered by the Arctic Ocean to the north, the Atlantic Ocean to the west, and the Mediterranean Sea to the south. It stretches from the Pillars of Hercules in the West, to the Don River in the East. Today we call this land Europe. Our story goes thus………
ONCE upon a time, long, long ago and far, far away, there was a boy named Rupert, the sharpest and most prudent lad in his village, and indeed in any of those to be found for twenty leagues around.
One night he was with a group of boys of his own age, who, gathered round the fire, were listening with amazement to a veteran soldier, covered with scars, which had gained him the modest stripes of a sergeant pensioner, and who was telling the story of his adventures. The narrator was at the most interesting point of his tale.
"The great City of Fortune," he said, "is situated on the summit of a very high mountain, so steep that only very few have succeeded in reaching the top. There gold circulates in such abundance that the inhabitants