Me: I read an amazing story today. There is this British explorer deep inside a forest in
Daughter: Appa, is this one of the gory animal stories that you keep watching on National Geographic Channel?
Me: No. This has got something more. Let me continue. At the precise moment when the lion hunts down the deer, the Bushman points his finger in that direction and shouts “Gavangai”.
Daughter: What does that mean?
Me: That’s the mystery. The explorer was not sure if the Bushman was pointing to the lion or the deer or the tree or the grass or the hills beyond. So, he never knew what the word Gavangai stood for.
Daughter: So, what’s the rest of the story?
Me: The explorer lived for another 40 years, travelling all over
Daughter: Hey, wait a minute. If the explorer realized it only at the moment of dying and he was all alone, how do we know what went through his mind?
Me: The explorer wrote his memoirs posthumously. It’s all in there.