The Book of Tamu

By Compton Jordan Sitwala

Our ancestors possessed great secrets and there are lessons to be discovered by anyone who desires wisdom and knowledge to overcome the challenges of life.

Tamu is a man who possesses these ancient secrets, which have been uniquely and carefully put together in this book.

These timeless lessons are unraveled using proverbs, stories and words of guidance that will transcend generations. Journey with Tamu and experience the wisdom of the elders.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Compton Jordan Sitwala
• Release date: Apr 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463092484

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The Book of

TAMU

Compton J. Sitwala

© Compton Jordan Sitwala 2020

The Book of Tamu

Published by Sitwala Multimedia

Windhoek, Namibia

www.sitwalamultimedia.com

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ISBN 978-9-9916-957-7-8

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Manuscript 1

SHUIJA

(The Nightmare)

One day, I found myself in a small, dark room. Standing by me was Slen, my close friend. At the other end of the room stood another man with a fierce countenance. I knew him not, neither could I easily discern where I was.

Alas! What terror is in this place? What horror stands in front of me? I looked around hoping to see familiar scenery that would give solace to my already troubled heart and abate my endless worries. Unfortunately, not a calm nor a comfort came till I turned to Slen and asked him, Where are we? Who is that man?

He replied, You ask too many questions at a time. Just stay calm. Did you not say you needed a solution to your problems? A man who is going to be killed does not reject a chance to live just because he does not like the one offering it! So, here we are, brace yourself; I brought you to this man so that he may provide you with the solution to all your problems.

My gaze was now fastened upon the man. He was a short old man, perhaps in his eighties. He was a slender man whose countenance was stricken with age but he was nonetheless fully endowed with an upright posture that you wouldn’t expect from a man so advanced in age.

My eyes beheld his clothes. He wore what seemed like a white shirt. However, since the room was fairly dark, I can’t really say it was a white raiment; maybe it was cream or a shade of cream. Perhaps consistent wearing had made it change its true colour. The garment seemed worn out as I noticed that it had a button or two missing in the middle region. Also, he had on some old-looking faded blue apparel.

In a manner that was very strange, he kept looking at me without saying a word. The room would have been quiet if not for the gentle breeze that clapped in through a tiny window in the room. Then, finally, the silence ended and he spoke.

You come here to seek help, but you don’t even know what the real problem of your life is, he said with a frown on his face, but I said nothing. At this juncture, the room became even gloomier and my heart melted within me. I held my peace and dared not utter a word.

Then he pointed at a small and bright image that was revealed on the wall, in the similitude of a vision. Following this, my eyes were opened and I saw a league of singers, singing and playing with pomp and pageantry, and the hilarious crowd was dancing, chanting and singing, wining and dining. The eyes of many were glowing with a strange brightness, as if they had light bulbs in them, and it gave the impression that they were being controlled by something other than the music. Some just seemed confused.

At this point, without knowing why, I turned to my friend Slen and whispered in his ear, If this man is some kind of Shaman, then I can’t believe what he says.

Then the man shouted, Quiet! You see, those people you see on a wall who were dancing during the festival were being controlled by... He mentioned a name, but I could hardly remember. Then, yet again, the old man said, There are many forces working to control people without their knowledge.

He pointed to the ceiling in the corner and mysterious images began to appear as if they emerged from nowhere. A number of images of things and people appeared on the wall, but I knew not their purpose or meaning. The old man became more and more lively, and his teeth seemed to have grown out bigger. What a strange sight!

Something else that caught my gaze was a wide and opened door, and I descried a damsel passing by the door minding her own business, oblivious to anything that was happening in the room. It looked as though the room was in the midst of another, bigger house. Then I thought to myself, Do the neighbours even know what strange things this man does in his room or would they perhaps rather not know?

Out of nowhere, I recognized that the strange sights that were seen on the wall were of me and my life. I saw my childhood, family, relationships and everything else and, as I beheld this sight, hundreds of words rolled across like bats flying to the north, but they hastened beyond my strength. Then suddenly the words stopped and one word was left: SHUIJA. I asked the old man what it meant, but he began mumbling in disbelief.

Then he exclaimed, Ti! Ti! Ti! signalling to me and Slen that the message on the wall wasn’t a good one. He cast a stern gaze at me and said, There are countless bad omens in your life. You are not protected, which means that evil and her offspring can easily reach you and take hold of you.

Thereafter, he took some blue-coloured powder and blew it onto Slen and it just disappeared but, to my bewilderment, when he blew the powder on me it formed invincible wet patches all over my clothes. Then I shouted in terror, It’s all over me! Get it off!

I was very dismayed when the old man began to laugh and asked, Can a seed of chilli fit into a gourd and its offspring fit into it as well? I can’t get it off you, and I’ll never be able to get it off your children either.

And I looked and noticed that it was all over my trousers, all the way down to my knees. What strange thing is this? I thought.

Then the old man spoke again. The words on the screen that you saw moving very fast represent different life situations. YOU COULDN’T SEE them all because THEY WERE NOT MEANT FOR YOU.

Where do these come from? I asked.

It is not for you to know or worry about, just know that yours is SHUIJA, and SHUIJA is one of the most deadly life situations that you can ever find yourself in. SHUIJA is the living curse, the curse of the unsuccessful fool.

At that I was mortified and the strength in