“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” – Pablo Picasso
In the wild and
wondrous grasslands of Africa, there lived a hyena named Fisi. Thanks to
some rather annoying vultures, Fisi hadn’t had a bite to eat in several days, and
he was very hungry.
He wandered the path searching for Nyumbu—wildebeest. For where there are wildebeest, there will be young ones, ready to pick off from the herd. Fisi walked along, searching and sniffing, until he came to a fork in the road.
He wandered the path searching for Nyumbu—wildebeest. For where there are wildebeest, there will be young ones, ready to pick off from the herd. Fisi walked along, searching and sniffing, until he came to a fork in the road.
Fisi - Hyena |
Fisi took a few
steps in one direction and sniffed. How he prided himself on his fine sense of
smell, and he was not disappointed. His nostrils tingled with delight. He could
smell one of his favorite foods, Nyumbu—fresh
wildebeest on the hoof. His mouth watered.
Nyumbu - Wildebeest |
He was about to follow
the path when suddenly he remembered that there were, in fact, two paths. It was just
possible that something even more delightful awaited him on the other trail.
Fisi took
a few steps down the second path and sniffed. Again, nostrils tingling. Again, a
delicious scent—Punda Milia—zebra! Fisi
laughed as only a hyena can laugh. He couldn’t believe such good fortune. Both paths
led to a delicious dinner!
Punda Milia - Zebra |
Fisi started to
follow the second path, but he stopped and looked back down the first
path. How could he know which way led to the bigger catch, the tastier game?
Back and forth paced
Fisi, faster and faster, torn between two tantalizing treats. Unfair that he must
choose. Back and forth, back and forth—after all, he was well deserving of
both.
Back and forth,
faster and faster. This way, then that—panting, panting. At last, Fisi tried to
go both ways at once and tore himself in two.
*
* * * *
When Jack G.
Priestley was teaching at the Malcolm Moffat Teacher Training College in Zaire,
a student told the story of the hyena who tried to go two ways at once.
Mr.
Priestley had two types of students in his class—those who came from the
culture of the bush and those who had been schooled in Western tradition. The
students from the bush insisted that the story was true, while the
Western-educated students were equally adamant that the story was just a silly
tribal tale.
The argument escalated, until at last, one exasperated native student yelled, “It’s true. It’s true. Greed kills.”
The argument escalated, until at last, one exasperated native student yelled, “It’s true. It’s true. Greed kills.”
This story, told
to me years ago by my friend and mentor Olga Williams, serves as an
exquisite illustration of how a story can be both fiction and true at the same time. A
good story tells the truth, even when the characters and setting and events are
all artistic inventions.
Captain Ahab |
So call me
Ishmael. Maybe there never was a Captain Ahab, or an Ivan Tsarevitch, or a Rikki
Tikki Tavi. But that doesn’t keep the stories from being conduits of truth.
Some
people say that stories give us the truth indirectly, but perhaps stories are actually more direct than sermons or dissertations. For through stories, great truths bypass
our reasoning and go straight to our hearts.
So very true! Reminds me of Madeleine L'Engle's writings on story. Now, if I could only finish this novel...
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