Beyond this realm we all see and know,there is a Point that remains unknown to most. Some choose to not see it,few do not care to and others simply avoid the entirety of it. But truth,even if cast aside like an Nza seed, will grow into view soon enough. The Point is here and here to stay. Halem,it is called. The spirit Realm.
It is now that you begin to grumble, wondering what strange nonsense this is. But be assured that Every word put down here is precious to those who choose to know,and useless to those who wish to remain in ignorance. This is not a mere fable or moon light tale,hear me well. These words are not read,but spoken from my very own mouth. Do not be afraid since I speak as you do,in a language of your time; I exist far far back before time was even measured. Do not fear,I am not a Koi,or a White wizard or an Ogbanje or anything of that sort. I am only blessed with a gift to hear,to hear what the rain says. It has told me of you,of the future and of how it all began. To those who know me,I am known as Aja,a humble Rain maker of a tribe that I will not bother to mention,for this story is not my own.
I bring to you a world beyond your small underfed mind. I bring to you a choice - to look away or to believe,to know or regret. So come, travel with me. Let us see what you choose.