Showing posts with label Week 9. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Week 9 Story: The Fisherman and the Mermaid

Life as a fisherman is difficult and unpredictable, especially for those who can catch only enough to support their family. For these fisherman, a simple mistake can put their wives and children in danger of starvation. Perhaps this will explain why, when he dropped the bulk of his catch in the murky Gulf of Guinea, a certain fisherman made the daring decision to dive down and look for it underwater.

Struggling to keep his eyes open in the water, he dove down and down until he thought he would have to resign and come up for air. Suddenly, though, a sweet note of music shot through the deep waters like a ray of sunlight. Enraptured by the sound, he forgot about oxygen for just a moment, which was long enough to push deeper underwater and break through a barrier into fresh air.

Stunned, relieved to breathe again, and a little unsure of whether he was dead or alive, the fisherman almost became deaf to the music encircling him. But when he regained his senses, he looked down to see the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen singing with a voice like honey.

He slowly floated down, closer to the mermaid. She had green eyes and green hair that extended in many directions like seaweed. She held a lyre, which she strummed softly as she sang, tilting her head and occasionally closing her eyes.

Mermaid. Source: Wikimedia Commons.

The mermaid’s song was unintelligible to the man. He wondered if mermaids had their own language and whether they would be able to speak. As if to answer his question, she ended her song and said, “You’ve been listening to my song for a long time now. It is time for you to ascend again, but I will be happy to share my music at your next visit. However, you must promise never to tell anyone else about me.”

The fisherman could only nod, so enchanted and shocked was he by the mermaid. She pointed toward a golden staircase, which he used to return to his boat. Forgetting all about his lost catch, he paddled to shore in a trance.

After their first encounter, the fisherman came back every day to see the mermaid. He would boldly jump out of his boat and into the water, swimming down as fast as he could until he heard the music and felt the sweet relief of air in his lungs. Every day as he left, she would remind him of her request that he never speak of her to others.

The mermaid was very kind to sing for the fisherman day after day. She preferred to sing for herself and didn’t want a spectacle to be made of her, but she generously shared her voice, sometimes for hours each day.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the fisherman to take the mermaid’s gift for granted. He began to stay for longer and longer, and he expected the music rather than asking for it. In his greed for her music, he started to worry that she wouldn’t always be in their spot, ready to sing for him. One day, he hid a chain and key under his shirt and quickly chained her to the staircase while her eyes were closed in song.

As he ascended the staircase, she grabbed his ankle and said, “I will not be your show pony. I sing because there is a song in my heart, but if you take away my freedom and try to control me, I will no longer be able to sing. Please let me go.”

The fisherman replied, “You’ve sung for me all these days and you’ll continue to. I feel as if I’ll die without your voice; you can’t take away your song now.”

After that, the mermaid only sang because the fisherman forced her to. Her eyes grew dimmer with each note, and the joyous beauty that made her song so enchanting was gone, although the fisherman refused to acknowledge this.

Even with the mermaid in chains and singing constantly, the fisherman was still unsatisfied. Despite his promise to her, he wanted to show off his mermaid to his friends. One day, he boasted to them that he had his very own mermaid who sang in a foreign language at his command. Of course, none of his friends believed him, but he offered to take them out on his boat and let them see for themselves.

The mermaid, who now never sang for herself, heard many voices above her and realized that the fisherman had broken his promise – her only request. Suddenly, she was no longer forlorn and lifeless, but filled with more anger than she had ever felt. I gave so much of myself, she thought, and I only asked for one thing! But it wasn’t enough to listen to my music; he had to own it.

The men jumped into the water, some more hesitantly than others, and began to follow the fisherman deeper underwater. But before they could reach the fresh air, a storm started to blow. The water swirled wildly, blurring the men’s vision and sweeping them left and right.

“He’s crazy!” shouted one of the men. “He brought us out here so we would all drown together!” Startled, and with the wind pushing them down, the men scrambled for the boat. Believing that the fisherman was trying to kill them, they kept him out of the boat and paddled toward shore.

The storm grew greater and greater in intensity, and the fisherman could not stay afloat. He gasped for air, but the waves pushed him farther and farther down. As he drew his final breath, he heard a sweet voice singing in his language, the mermaid’s last gift to him:

Nothing is ever enough for woman or for man
They’re never content to observe, but always have a plan
To control, to own, to make their own,

Which is why they always end up alone.


Author's Note: This story is based on a West African folktale called "The Hunter and the Tortoise," which is about a hunter who finds a singing tortoise. She sings the same lyrics over and over: "It is man who forces himself on things/Not things which force themselves on him." He comes back to hear her song many times, and eventually he convinces her to come back to his house and sing for him there. She only asks that he will not tell anyone about her. He tells the people of his village about his tortoise, and when they don't believe him, he bets his life that he can prove his claims. He brings the turtle to a gathering the next day against her will, and she does not sing. After the villagers kill the man, she speaks. The people are horrified that they killed an honest man, but the tortoise explains that he brought his death upon himself by taking her from her home and denying her one request, none of which he had to do. I changed the main characters to a fisherman and a mermaid, and I changed the circumstances of the fisherman's death. I also slightly modified the moral of the story: I took "It is man who forces himself on things" to mean that people tend to make the mistake of forcing themselves on others, which has disastrous consequences for everyone involved. I focused more on the aspect of control and manipulation and less on the idea that we make our own consequences.

Bibliography: "The Hunter and the Tortoise" from West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair. Link to the reading online.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Reading Notes: West Africa, Part B

The Hunter and the Tortoise

I really like the moral of this story: we tend to force ourselves on things and people, and the consequences are because of our own forcing and manipulation. I think most people and relate to and learn from this lesson because humans often try to control others, even if they're not explicitly selfish.

I love the mental picture of a little tortoise singing and playing the harp! It makes me laugh!

Like in the story I wrote about yesterday, this story deals with someone who takes advantage of a kind and selfless helper. The tortoise agrees to sing for the hunter, even going to his hut with him, and doesn't ask for the hunter to do anything in return. All she asks is that he keeps her singing a secret, and he can't even give her that. It's extremely frustrating when someone who is only trying to help is completely taken advantage of.

However, I do understand the hunter's desire to share his knowledge of the tortoise and to show her off. It is a human desire to have something beautiful for ourselves and show it off to others.

The tortoise is so sweet throughout the whole story, but she really gets the hunter in the end! I was surprised that she let the hunter be killed. It was a pretty harsh punishment, but I was proud of her for sticking up for herself when she was manipulated.

I like what the tortoise says about the hunter's need for more. She gave him plenty by offering to sing for him, but that wasn't enough for him and he brought her home with him. Then, her constant song in his home wasn't enough for him and he told everyone about her even though she told him not to. Eventually, he let his pride grow so large that he tried to force her to sing for the king like a show animal. Nothing the tortoise gave him could be enough, and he had to force himself on her more and more until it came time for him to pay.

The irony of the tortoise's song is beautiful. She sings the moral of the story over and over every day for the tortoise, and not only does he not hear the lesson, but he forces himself on the tortoise because he is so enraptured by the song.

Tortoise on a rock. Source: Public Domain Pictures.

Bibliography: West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair. Link to the reading.

Reading Notes: West Africa, Part A

Why We See Ants Carrying Bundles As Big As Themselves

Worker ant carrying a leaf. Source: Wikimedia Commons.

There are three main parts to this story: Anansi's greed leading to destruction of a good thing, his attempt and failure to hide his wrongdoing, and his manipulation and trickery of a kind person. His selfishness and foolishness are exposed over and over in this story, even though he gets away with it at the end.

Even though Anansi sees how well his son's crops are doing, it's not enough for his crops to do just as well. He can't be happy with simply a successful harvest because he is so greedy, which is why he beats the dwarf harder than he should have.

The dwarf selflessly helped Kweku Tsin over and over, and he was willing to extend this same help to Anansi, and probably to anyone who asked for it. He didn't even ask for anything in return, but willingly gave of himself to help strangers. It makes me so mad that Anansi took advantage of and killed a man who only helped him, especially when there was no need for a bigger crop than Kweku's. 

I liked the trick that Kweku played on Anansi. I thought Kweku was going to get in huge trouble, but he knew that Anansi was up to something and took advantage of his greed to make him turn himself in.

There seems to be an idea of karma in many of these stories, and in this story karma is shown in the king's punishment for Anansi. I liked the idea of the wicked man carrying the man he killed forever. However, karma doesn't quite catch up to Anansi, because he passes the body off to a kind and helpful ant. 

Anansi has a habit of manipulating people who are kind and naïve. I think it's the worst type of person who takes advantage of those who try to help him!

Bibliography: West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair. Link to the reading.