Chapter 1
The Unsolved Puzzle of Discovery
Chapter One
The sun beat down relentlessly on the small village of Jupajuncha nested in the heart of the African savanna. The villagers went about their daily lives, tending to their kids as the Tow tree provided a meager shade from the scorching heat.
In the distance, the majestic mountains rose up, their pecks shrouded in a misty veil as the river continued flowing gently to it`s unknown destination. It was a land of breathtaking beauty,
where the rhythms of nature dictated the peace of life.
Despite the peaceful life they lived, the people of Jupajuncha lived in an ancient error setting. They never had any imaginable life supporting modernized items or services.
With no more doubt or time to look either, let it be lack of presence of sparkling light provided by electricity, no heat which were to be provided by locally got materials like firewood which gave themenough reasons to eat completely raw flesh from wild animals they hunted.
Every early morning, they rose up from their animal hinds as beds and passed a handful of stagnant water on their faces as they picked up their hunting tools.
The bows, which were typically made from flexible woods, such as ebony or acacia, and were often curved, arrows were made from straight branches with stone or bone points attached using plant fibers, the bone harpoons, which were made from animals’ bones, often with a pointed tip and a barb or multiple bards to catch and hold onto fish, wooden spears to give wooden shafts which were often straight and tapered with a sharpened top or a stone point attached.
The wood was often hardened to make it more durable.
As they walked out of their caves which was with natural entrance that was a small opening possibly hidden by vegetation and rocks contributing to dark interior giving little to no natural light.
The cave also had rocky terrain leading uneven floors, rough walls and possibly stalagmites with cooler temperature inside than out.
In the Misty dawn of Japajuncha village, a young girl named Atiwe stirred by the riverbank.
Her dark brown hair was braided with threads of natural fibres from susal and her Bright eyes sparkled like the morning dew on the grass.
Atiwe wore a simple tunic made from animal hides, cinched at the waist with leather strap. Her feet were bare, accustomed to the rough terrain and dusty path of her village.
As you walked along the river, the sound of birds chirpping and water lapping against the chore narrated the tales of peace in the modernity longing society.
