Sibonelo knew that H would search for a human helper whenever he found a hive that was ready for harvest. But the poor honeyguide was ill-equipped to get the food for himself. He, therefore, relied upon a two-footed friend to pull down the nest. There was a greedy man named Gentile. One day while he was out hunting he heard the honey call of Ngede. He found the little fellow among the branches, ‘chick-Chizik, the little bird rattled, he followed the little bird. After some time, they found a huge wild fig tree. He deposited his hunting tools at the foot of the tree. He made a small fire-lots of smoke, and he began climbing. When he reached the place of a hive, he thrust the burning, smoking end of the branch into the hollow. The bees came rushing out, angry and mean. He took out handfuls of heavy comb dripping with rich honey Ngede was watching all of this activity Gentile reached the forest floor.
Ngede waited for his share, but Gentile put out the fire, picked up his tools and started walking home the little bird. Ngede was furious. How dare this man break the longtime custom and refuse to show his gratitude. He waited and watched the man for several moons before he sought his revenge. Several weeks passed, one day he again heard the honey call. He followed the little bird once again .’Chitik – chick and the little bird stopped in a sharp umbrella thorn. He climbed wondering why he didn’t hear the usual buzzing. He was daydreaming about the sweet taste of honey when he found himself face -to- look with a leopard. Her sleep was rudely interrupted. She took a quick swipe at the man, raking her claws across his forehead. Then he landed with a heavy thud on the ground, breaking several of his bones. He departed as fast as his broken bones would allow him. And he wore the scars of leopard on his forehead the rest of his life. Ngede had his revenge, and Gentile never followed a honeyguide again.
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