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[[ShesuAshari Shesu]] was born in 1982 to a different name, in a makeshift hut on the arid savannah near N'Djamena, Chad. His parents were goat herders, and wandered the plains, following the seasonal grasses as they grew. They were poor, but managed to scrape by, and loved their new child very much. He grew up moving along the plains with his family. However, in 1988, tragedy struck. He and his family were driving their small herd of goats towards richer pastures to the west of the capital, when they unknowingly wandered into a minefield, and his father stepped on a land mine. He fell to the ground, bleeding from what was left of his leg. His mother ran across the minefield to help him, and he lifted his hand to stop her, but it was too late, and she was gone in a flash. The child could see that she was dead, and his father collapsed in a heap, and he knew that he could do nothing for them. He left the herd and ran, tears streaming down his cheeks. He ran until he collapsed, exhausted.
On the final day of the year of silence, Oso and the child spent the whole day in the forest, searching in vain for a particular root that made a useful medicine. Once evening came, they headed back to the village, and Oso led the child to the main village hut, where they found the whole tribe assembled around a huge fire. The tribe was silent, as Oso brought the child forward. The child felt the eyes of the whole village upon him, and he looked around at them. They had all dressed in their finest ceremonial clothes, with colorful feathers adorning their heads and arms. Some wore armor made from some dark wood, which was covered with paintings of the animals and plants of the forest. Some carried large spears, tipped with lethally sharp blades of a strange metal which the child had never seen before. All stared back at him, in total silence. Oso brought him into the circle, and addressed the tribe in his deep, velvet voice. "I am Turalo Oso of the Ashari. I am known to all of you, and you are known to me. I bring before you a child, who has come to our village of his own will. He has borne the sacrifices which have been asked of him. He has shed his name, and lived in silence for a full year, as our law requires. It is our law that he shall now be one of the Ashari, one of the Blessed of the Earth. It is also our law that he be bound to us forever with a new name: his spirit name." He turned to the child, and in a booming voice proclaimed, "Child, I name you Shesu." Oso turned back to the gathered tribe, and shouted, "Now, I call on all of you to recognize him, the newest child of our tribe. Call out his name, so all will know that he is forever Ashari! Shesu! Shesu! Shesu!" And, as the voices of the entire village joined Oso's, the child left his past behind forever, and looked over the faces of his new tribe. At that moment, he became Shesu of the [[TheAshari Ashari]], and he knew that he belonged. He was seven years old.
On the final day of the year of silence, Oso and the child spent the whole day in the forest, searching in vain for a particular root that made a useful medicine. Once evening came, they headed back to the village, and Oso led the child to the main village hut, where they found the whole tribe assembled around a huge fire. The tribe was silent, as Oso brought the child forward. The child felt the eyes of the whole village upon him, and he looked around at them. They had all dressed in their finest ceremonial clothes, with colorful feathers adorning their heads and arms. Some wore armor made from some dark wood, which was covered with paintings of the animals and plants of the forest. Some carried large spears, tipped with lethally sharp blades of a strange metal which the child had never seen before. All stared back at him, in total silence. Oso brought him into the circle, and addressed the tribe in his deep, velvet voice. "I am Turalo Oso of the Ashari. I am known to all of you, and you are known to me. I bring before you a child, who has come to our village of his own will. He has borne the sacrifices which have been asked of him. He has shed his name, and lived in silence for a full year, as our law requires. It is our law that he shall now be one of the Ashari, one of the Blessed of the Earth. It is also our law that he be bound to us forever with a new name: his spirit name." He turned to the child, and in a booming voice proclaimed, "Child, I name you Shesu." Oso turned back to the gathered tribe, and shouted, "Now, I call on all of you to recognize him, the newest child of our tribe. Call out his name, so all will know that he is forever Ashari! Shesu! Shesu! Shesu!" And, as the voices of the entire village joined Oso's, the child left his past behind forever, and looked over the faces of his new tribe. At that moment, he became Shesu of the [[TheAshari Ashari]], and he knew that he belonged. He was seven years old.
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On the final day of the year of silence, Oso and the child spent the whole day in the forest, searching in vain for a particular root that made a useful medicine. Once evening came, they headed back to the village, and Oso led the child to the main village hut, where they found the whole tribe assembled around a huge fire. The tribe was silent, as Oso brought the child forward. The child felt the eyes of the whole village upon him, and he looked around at them. They had all dressed in their finest ceremonial clothes, with colorful feathers adorning their heads and arms. Some wore armor made from some dark wood, which was covered with paintings of the animals and plants of the forest. Some carried large spears, tipped with lethally sharp blades of a strange metal which the child had never seen before. All stared back at him, in total silence. Oso brought him into the circle, and addressed the tribe in his deep, velvet voice. "I am Turalo Oso of the Ashari. I am known to all of you, and you are known to me. I bring before you a child, who has come to our village of his own will. He has borne the sacrifices which have been asked of him. He has shed his name, and lived in silence for a full year, as our law requires. It is our law that he shall now be one of the Ashari, one of the Blessed of the Earth. It is also our law that he be bound to us forever with a new name: his spirit name." He turned to the child, and in a booming voice proclaimed, "Child, I name you Shesu." Oso turned back to the gathered tribe, and shouted, "Now, I call on all of you to recognize him, the newest child of our tribe. Call out his name, so all will know that he is forever Ashari! Shesu! Shesu! Shesu!" And, as the voices of the entire village joined Oso's, the child left his past behind forever, and looked over the faces of his new tribe. At that moment, he became Shesu of the Ashari, and he knew that he belonged. He was seven years old.
