The river of faith

This land was everything we knew and believed in; so, when Adoeete (the great chief) told us that we were meant to move, we weren't sure.
The spirits had revealed him that there was danger if we dared to stay. That we needed to move after the next new moon.

Apenimon reunited the village; he believed in Adoeete story, but he couldn’t convince the villagers. I listened carefully the words of Apenimon, we only had to cross that river and be saved or stay and die; but it was Apenimon that several new moons before sang us the prophecy of the river god.

The god that won't let people with dirty heart cross it.

Maybe it was pride what stopped us from being saved, not a single one of us confessed it, but I knew we didn't have clean hearts.

We all knew about the death of little Chitto crossing the river, aren't kids supposed to have clean hearts?.
Everyone in the village gave their backs to Adoeete and Apenimon. A new dance was taught; the dance to the protector god.
The villagers believed the words but were too afraid; so the new dance was the remedy, the sacrifice.
They danced every day that prayer, I reunited a small group of the ones who supported Adoeete and learned the dance of the clean heart. The dance of the clean heart was a prayer to the God above to clean our hearts so we could cross the river. We danced and kept dancing without rest like the other group. And that night we saw the new moon.


We were scared, we dragged the boats to the front of the river; Adoeete said he’ll try to convince the others with Apenimon ,but I didn’t believed him, he was scared like everyone else.

Three men and I were the first ones. We dragged the boat inside the river and got inside while everyone looked .

Seemed like the river god was not there after all, because I knew a heart takes a lifetime to be clean.

For the ones who stayed, they died, their faith died and here we are, truly alive.