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close this bookBukusu Folktales (Kenya Literature Bureau, 1986, 134 p.)
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View the documentForeword
View the documentIntroduction
View the documentThe Boy Who ate the Elephants' Rumps
View the documentThe Hare and the Leopard
View the documentMwambu and Sella
View the documentThe Story of Apelu
View the documentHare Steals a Hen
View the documentSimbi and Namakanda
View the documentKhole
View the documentWanakhatandi
View the documentA Father and His Son
View the documentAn Old Woman and Her Deformed Son
View the documentThe Dog and the Leopard's Children
View the documentNasio and her Brother
View the documentHare, Hyena and Lizard
View the documentKasawa and his Forbidden Pumpkins
View the documentA Woman and Her Daughter of Clay
View the documentHare leads Leopard to a Hive
View the documentHyena and Baboon
View the documentHare and Elephant Pay a Visit
View the documentLemata and Katamba
View the documentThree Men meet a Strange Old Woman
View the documentA Hyena Ate His Protector
View the documentThe Secret of a Murder
View the documentA Bull Newt Who Refused to heed his wife's advice
View the documentA Dying Old Woman earns Bridewealth for her Sons
View the documentFortuity is like Dew Drops
View the documentA Basket Maker Declares Himself Free from the Burden of Debts
View the documentThe Thirsty Intruder
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Fortuity is like Dew Drops

Certain people were chatting over a pot of beer when one of them insisted that fortuity was like dewdrops because when a person walked out in the wet grass dewdrops made his legs wet without his choice. Hence, no human being would consider himself free from the vicissitudes of misfortune. But a younger fellow amongst the group laughed and said that the analogy made it the more easier for him to avoid accidents and misfortunes. “When the grass is wet,” he declared, “I will simply not go out there!”

The next morning, just before sunrise, that young man heard one of his chickens cackling loudly in the bush as if it was in danger of being attacked by wild animals. Without any hesitation at all the young man dashed out into the bush to try and rescue the chicken. What came on his mind was that a notorious fox might have caught the chicken. He ran round in wet grass, carrying a huge stick and shouting “Ariaah, ariaah....” but fortunately for him he found the frightened hen unharmed. It was only wandering aimlessly and whatever might have scared it had disappeared from the scene.

When the young man returned to his homestead he found there neighbours who had been disturbed by the incident standing outside his house. The young man was very wet and still panting breathlessly. When the neighbours asked him what was happening he related to them the reason for his expeditious dash into the bush. On realising that no harm had befallen him the two elderly neighbours laughed and reminded the young man of the previous evening's discussion regarding the nature of fortuity. They all roared with laughter with the young man condescending upon the argument that fortuity was like dewdrops.