ORIGIN OF HORN BOY
ORIGIN OF HORN BOY Thick forest trees high standing atop hills of Bush Pott-Harcourt, whisking wind with clouds dark voice of a Reindeer crying, a female and I can feel her pains in its echoes. A hunters' arrow must have struck her I say to myself as I journey my path to pick herbs for my husband who's been sick. Further steps the Reindeer whines louder and never stops like a woman going through child birth, at this point I can't control my emotions anymore. Running across the hills to where the cry comes from are thongs and shrubs stinging revealing little of my blood. I endure pains in hopes to rescue the Reindeer from what pains she must be going through, I arrive to my greatest surprise seeing a Reindeer giving birth to a child of human form. Do I flee or stay I contemplate, a sight not of normal human creation, how is it possible? I stand and watch as the Reindeer pushes out a complete human child, the baby cries. Mother Reindeer runs away fast ...