The Boxes of Alemee
“Come and inhale the aromas of the “Alemee” and feel the energy rushing through your veins,” proclaimed the nomad. The fascinating scent cast a spell over the entire village within minutes. Everyone wanted to find out more about the wondrous plant from the Savannah and get a hold of it for themselves. Only one hesitated, the oldest of the Baakir, called “Charloon”. Known for his skepticism and deliberation, which had saved him and his people from many failures, Charloon expressed his concerns. No one wanted to hear the elder’s trepidations. So, the tribe members scavenged the plant and its roots, across the whole Savannah. But when they realised that the animals of the Savannah had fled to the jungle, deprived of their food source, they knew Charloon had been right. Yet, it was too late. The Baakir, religious as they were, now feared the punishment of the Gods as a result of their greed and lust. Under guilt and concern they turned to the elder for advice, but their actions were irreversible. To express their admiration and deep appreciation for the animals from that moment forward until eternity, the Baakir created handmade sculptures and artforms, on which they immortalized the inhabitants of the Savannah using mystical symbols and incredible designs.