This is a story of an ancient land in an ancient time, where on the very top of a high high mountain lived a very thick but not that tall tree (maybe as tall as three little children but as thick as a whole village).
This tree had a hole in it from natural fires and from being so old and having lived so long. The hole was so large you could fit a schoolroom of children inside. Even though it had this hole, it was strong and sturdy and very much alive. There were no other such trees near it, nor anywhere else known in this ancient land.
And so this tree was well loved and visited by old and young. The tree was known as the Mumbi tree and people would come to it, place their foreheads upon its trunk, sending it love, and asking : “Mumbi Mumbi Mumbi, please listen to me.”
Many things were said to the tree and no answers other than one was given. The answer was quiet and had a feeling to it. It was a big quiet silence that reached out forever and felt sturdy and strong – just like the tree looked. And the leaves of the tree would sway even without a breeze and the person would feel listened to and that was enough to make the person feel calmer and happier.