The Brave Hunter (eBook)

A Cameroonian Tale of Courage and Ancient Wisdom

Mukete Joseph Tayong (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
70 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-107471-2 (ISBN)

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The Brave Hunter is a Cameroonian tale of courage, wisdom, and transformation. When young Motia ventures into the sacred forest to prove his manhood, he discovers that true strength lies not in conquest but in understanding. Blending tradition, spirituality, and nature's teachings, this story celebrates Africa's enduring harmony with the wild.

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CHAPTER ONE

The Village of Berenge

The village of Berenge sat at the edge of Cameroon's great equatorial forest, a collection of mud-brick huts with thatched roofs arranged in family compounds that had stood for generations. Smoke from cooking fires drifted lazily into the evening sky, carrying with it the rich smell of plantains frying in palm oil and the earthy aroma of cassava being pounded into fufu. Children's laughter mixed with the bleating of goats and the rhythmic sound of women grinding grain, creating the familiar symphony of daily life that had changed little over the centuries.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, the village elders had gathered in Etana—the great meeting hall—to make a decision that would change one young man's life forever.

Motia stood outside his family's compound, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched the sun descend toward the western horizon. At thirteen years old, he was tall for his age, with the lean, wiry build of someone who had spent years running through the village paths and helping his father in the fields. His dark skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cooling evening air, and his hands trembled slightly as he gripped the ceremonial spear his father had given him that morning.

"You're nervous," his mother, Mami Wase, observed as she emerged from their hut carrying a calabash of water. Her voice was gentle but carried an edge of concern that made Motia's stomach tighten even more.

"I'm fine," he lied, taking the calabash and drinking deeply to give himself time to compose his features.

"It's all right to be afraid," she said, settling onto a low stool and regarding him with the knowing eyes of a woman who had raised three sons to adulthood. "Your brothers were afraid too, before their trials. Fear means you understand what's at stake."

Motia wanted to protest, to insist he wasn't afraid of anything, but the words stuck in his throat. Of course he was afraid. Tomorrow, if the elders granted permission, he would leave the safety of Berenge and venture into the dense forest that loomed beyond the village boundaries—a place where leopards hunted in silence, where poisonous snakes coiled in the undergrowth, where a person could become hopelessly lost within hours.

The trial of manhood. Every boy in Berenge faced it when the elders deemed him ready. For ten days, he would survive alone in the wilderness, hunting, foraging, proving he had the skills and courage to provide for a family and protect the village. Those who succeeded returned as men, respected and honored. Those who failed... well, Motia tried not to think about the stories of boys who had never returned, whose bones might still lie somewhere beneath the forest canopy.

"The elders are taking their time," Motia's father, Tata Ngoe, said as he approached from the direction of Etana. He was a broad-shouldered man whose face bore the scars of his own trial thirty years earlier—a raised line across his left cheek where a wild boar's tusk had come within inches of ending his life. "Chief Obasi wants to be certain you're ready."

"I am ready," Motia said with more confidence than he felt. "I've trained for this my entire life. You've taught me to track, to hunt, to read the signs of the forest. I know how to find water, how to build shelter, how to—"

"Knowing how to do something and actually doing it are different things," his father interrupted, not unkindly. "The forest has a way of stripping away everything you think you know, leaving only what you truly are. The question isn't whether you have skills, Motia. The question is whether you have wisdom—the wisdom to know when to fight and when to yield, when to take and when to leave alone, when to trust your strength and when to trust your fear."

Before Motia could respond, the deep boom of the ceremonial drum echoed across the village, its rhythm calling everyone to Etana. The elders had reached their decision.

Motia's legs felt unsteady as he walked with his parents toward the great hall, but he forced himself to stand tall, to walk with the confidence expected of someone about to become a man. Around him, villagers emerged from their compounds, drawn by the drum's summons. He saw his friends Sakwe and Elangwe, both grinning and giving him encouraging gestures. He saw Mama Aya, the oldest woman in the village, watching him with an expression he couldn't quite read—something between concern and... was that pity?

Etana stood at the village center, its walls decorated with carved symbols representing the history of Berenge and the wisdom passed down through generations of Cameroonian ancestors. The roof soared high overhead, supported by massive wooden beams that had been cut from the forest decades ago and blessed by the village's spiritual leaders. Inside, torches cast dancing shadows across the walls, and the air was thick with the smell of burning palm oil and the subtle sweetness of kola nuts.

Chief Obasi sat on a raised platform at the far end of the hall, his white hair and beard catching the torchlight and making him appear almost luminous. The other elders—seven men and women who had earned their positions through wisdom and service—sat in a semicircle around him. All eyes turned to Motia as he entered and made his way to the open space before the chief.

The silence was profound. Even the usual sounds of the village seemed to have faded, as if the entire world was holding its breath.

"Motia, son of Tata Ngoe, grandson of Sango Bokwe," Chief Obasi's voice was deep and resonant, carrying easily through the hall. "You have petitioned the council to undertake the trial of manhood. We have deliberated on your request, and we have heard testimony from your father, your teachers, and those who know you best."

Motia's heart felt like it might burst from his chest. His palms were slick with sweat where they gripped his ceremonial spear.

"Tell us," Chief Obasi continued, leaning forward slightly, "why do you believe you are ready?"

The question hung in the air. Motia had rehearsed his answer a hundred times, but now that the moment had arrived, all his carefully prepared words seemed inadequate. He looked at the expectant faces around him—elders who had survived their own trials, parents who had sent their children into the forest, friends who would one day follow in his footsteps.

"I am ready," he said, and was relieved to hear his voice come out steady and strong, "because you have taught me well. My father has shown me how to track and hunt. The elders have shared the wisdom of our Cameroonian people. I have learned to read the signs of weather, to identify which plants can nourish and which can kill, to move through the forest without disturbing its inhabitants. But more than skills, I have learned respect—respect for the forest, for the animals that dwell within it, for the generations of our ancestors who have walked this path before me."

He paused, gathering his courage for what he wanted to say next.

"I know some boys undertake the trial because they crave glory, because they want to prove they're stronger or braver than others. That's not why I'm here. I'm here because... because I want to understand what it truly means to be a man of Berenge, to be worthy of the traditions our Cameroonian ancestors have passed down. I want to earn my place in this community, to show that I can be trusted to help provide for and protect our people."

Chief Obasi's expression remained unreadable, but Motia thought he saw a flicker of approval in the old man's eyes.

"And what if you fail?" another elder asked—a woman named Mende who had lost her own son to the forest twenty years earlier. Her voice was sharp, challenging. "What if the forest proves too much for you? What if you encounter something you cannot overcome?"

"Then I will face it with courage," Motia replied, meeting her gaze directly. "And if I fall, at least I will have tried. But I don't intend to fail. I intend to return, to bring honor to my family and to prove worthy of the teaching I've received."

Mende studied him for a long moment, then nodded slowly, settling back into her seat.

Chief Obasi rose to his feet, and the entire assembly stood with him in a rustling of cloth and creaking of joints. The old chief raised his carved staff—a symbol of his authority and connection to all the chiefs who had led Berenge before him—and struck it three times against the earthen floor.

"The council has decided," he announced. "Motia, son of Tata Ngoe, you are granted permission to undertake the trial of manhood. Tomorrow at dawn, you will enter the forest. You will remain there for ten days and nine nights. You will hunt and survive using only the skills and wisdom our Cameroonian people have taught you. And when you return—for we believe you will return—you will bring with you proof of your successful hunt and the transformation that comes from facing the unknown."

A cheer erupted from the assembled villagers, but Chief Obasi raised his hand for silence.

"However," he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "I charge you with this: Do not enter the forest seeking only to prove your strength. The forest is not your enemy to be conquered. It is your teacher. Listen to what it has to tell you. Observe. Learn. Understand that you are not separate from the forest but part of it, as all our people have always been. The greatest hunters are not those who kill the largest prey, but those who understand the balance of life and death, those who take only what is needed and give thanks for what is given."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the gathering before returning to...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 10.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch
• ISBN-10: 0-00-107471-7 / 0001074717
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-107471-2 / 9780001074712