Listen Siblings, I come in peace,
“Man must learn to increase his sense of responsibility and of the fact that everything he does will have its consequences.” — African Proverb (KMT)
Have you ever heard of “The Lion’s Share?” Aesop, an African, had retold many African Fables during his time and one which resurfaced for a modern audience is “The Lion’s Share.” One translation goes as follows:
The Lion went once a-hunting along with the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf. They hunted and they hunted till at last they surprised a Stag, and soon took its life. Then came the question how the spoil should be divided. “Quarter me this Stag,” roared the Lion; so the other animals skinned it and cut it into four parts. Then the Lion took his stand in front of the carcass and pronounced judgment: The first quarter is for me in my capacity as King of Beasts; the second is mine as arbiter; another share comes to me for my part in the chase; and as for the fourth quarter, well, as for that, I should like to see which of you will dare to lay a paw upon it.”
“Humph,” grumbled the Fox as he walked away with his tail between his legs; but he spoke in a low growl .”You may share the labours of the great, but you will not share the spoil.”
Not unlike “The Lion’s Share” however is another Fable known as “The European’s Share.” This involves a much different hunt; so the outcome too differs.
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The European’s Share
By Onitaset Kumat
A European once shared a farm with an Asian, a Multi-Racial and an African. During sowing season, the European planted least, the Asian less than the Multi-Racial and the African the most. At reaping season, all the produce was bundled in order that the wealth could be shared.
“Quarter me this Harvest,” demanded the European of the African. So the unfortunate African created four piles of foods which each looked like a quarter of the African’s pile with little sprinkles of the Multi-Racial’s.
After the African finished, the European took a stand before the piles and pronounced:
“This first quarter is mine as the political arbiter of this division. Naturally, I deserve another share for my economical participation. I’ll have this third share as my culture is most superior. Now on this fourth quarter, I feel charitable. I did the least amount of work, and this African did the most. I’ll tell you all what! If any of you can take this pile from my possession, you can have some of it. No takers? Well, I guess it’s mine.”
Now but for the food in the Multi-Racial’s refuse, which was the refuse of the Asian’s refuse, which was the refuse of the European’s refuse, the African would starve. So realizing the harm in racial diversity, the African left for an African farm. The scene behind was as follows:
After sowing season comes reaping season. There the same bundling was performed and the same European spoke: “Though the harvest be small, Quarter it!”
The Asian and Multi-Racial looked around until one spoke up, “Why Quarter when only three worked?”
Finally realizing the most important absence, the European rightly became desperate. And though ergophobic, work became this European’s priority.
Time marched onward and after several sowing and reaping seasons, and sometimes neglect, this same farm was four times as productive as ever. Each farmer masterfully sowed and now a surplus was shared among African passersby; not even as an incentive for labour but as an extension of familyhood!
An African child who had formerly learned that this farm was least charitable and least productive asked of an Elder whether he should believe his eyes over his ears. The Elder thought a moment then explained, “When the African stops feeding the European, the European’s share stops feeding the European.”
The innocent youth was puzzled, and asked what any one of similar experiences would, “What’s a European?”
The Elder smiled, pondered than responded, “A European is a sower of death.”
With this, enjoying the charity, the child expressed his happiness to have never known a “sower of death.” Finally, he spoke with a great wisdom of which all our children are capable, “Blessed are the ancestors who stopped profiting other races! Ase!”