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Tales from Africa

Why the Clouds Sit on Top of the Hill


Many, many years ago when the Earth was still new and fresh,
there was an old gogo who sold the best soup at the market.
Everyone loved her soup. It was so tasty that the wild animals
came from far and wide to enjoy her delicious soup. Nobody knew
the old gogo’s name, or where she lived, but the animals didn’t
care, all they could think about was the delicious soup.
Every day the gogo came to the market carrying a beautiful clay
pot on her head full of her hot, tasty soup. Every day the animals
would hurry to the market and every day they bought a bowl
of the gogo’s soup, which they gobbled up while it was still hot.
Every day it would not take long for the gogo’s soup to be sold
out and she would pick up her beautiful clay pot, put it on her
head and leave the market.
Near the market lived a curious monkey. Her name was Kensani.
She loved the soup that the gogo brought to the market every
day and she was often the gogo’s first customer for a bowl of the
delicious, hot soup.

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One day Kensani was watching the gogo as she made her
way to the market. “I wonder where that gogo comes
from”, she thought to herself. “If I knew where the soup
came from then I could go and get some whenever I
wanted!”
Kensani watched the gogo all day. When she had sold
out her delicious soup, picked up her beautiful clay pot,
put it on her head and left the market, Kensani decided
to follow her. The gogo walked and walked for a very
long time. She walked up a steep hill and through
a thick jungle and all this time Kensani followed
slightly behind her. Soon it started to get dark and
Kensani was afraid, but the thought of the gogo’s delicious
hot soup made her feel brave and she kept on going.
At last the gogo came to a small mud hut on the top of a high
hill. Kensani sneaked up to the entrance to the hut and peeped in.
There in the middle of the floor sat a big, black potjie pot. “Wow!”
whispered Kensani to herself. “That potjie is bigger than me!”
She watched as the gogo left the hut to go down to the river to
fetch water. “I’m so tired and hungry after
that long walk, I’ll quickly steal some
of gogo’s delicious hot soup before she
returns.” Kensani quickly ran across
the floor and stood on her hind legs
so that she could see into the potjie.
But when she looked into the potjie, it
was empty! Kensani could not believe
her bad luck! She had come so far and
was so tired and hungry.

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Just then the gogo came back from the river and Kensani had to
quickly hide away. The gogo sat next to the big, black potjie and
softly started to sing:
“Magic potjie, magic potjie,
Make hot soup for me, make hot soup for me.
Make delicious soup for me to sell, make delicious soup for me to sell,
And for the animals to buy, and for the animals to buy.
Magic potjie, magic potjie!”

Steam started to rise out the potjie and the


smell of delicious soup soon filled the room.
Kensani’s stomach started growling, she
was so hungry! Soon the room was full of
steam which escaped out the open doorway
out into the night. The gogo got up and stretched
her legs. She walked out of the hut to go and fetch the beautiful
clay pot she put her soup into. As soon as she was out of sight
Kensani ran over to the potjie but when she looked under the potjie
there was no fire! “That is impossible,” she said to herself. “How
can there be soup with no fire?” She stretched up on her hind legs
to look into the potjie, and sure enough it was full of delicious, hot
soup! “I’ll just have a little taste,” said Kensani as she reached into
the potjie with a spoon.
Just as she was about to scoop a spoonful of the delicious, hot
soup, the gogo walked in and saw Kensani helping herself
to the soup. “Oh, oh, oh!” she cried. “You naughty
little monkey!” Kensani dashed for the door and
ran as fast as her little legs could take her. She ran
and ran till she finally reached her home. “Mom,
Dad!” she cried out. Her parents came running out
to her and she jumped up into her mother’s arms.

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She told her parents the whole story: all about the gogo, all about
the soup and all about the magic potjie. They all looked over
towards the hill and there they could still see the steam forming
clouds at the top of the hill. “Yes, we see the steam of the magic
potjie,” they said.
From then on, the gogo never came back to the market again.
The animals all whispered the story of the magic potjie to each
other, they were all terrified of the magic of the potjie that could
cook without fire. Everyone was too frightened to go up to the
top of that hill but every time the clouds gathered at the top of
the hill the animals all said, “Look! There is the steam from the
magic potjie.”

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