In a remote part of Ghana, deep within the thick forests of Ashanti, lived a young hunter named Kojo. Kojo was strong, clever with his bow, but had one fatal flaw- he could not stop talking.
One day, while tracking a deer, he stumbled upon something strange lying in a clearing: a human skull, white as moonlight and silent as the grave. Curious, Kojo nudged it with his foot.
“How did you end up here, old one?” he asked, laughing.
To his amazement, the skull replied, “Talking brought me here.”
Kojo jumped back in shock. “A talking skull! No one will believe this unless they see it!”
He raced back to his village and burst into the chief’s courtyard, interrupting a drum ceremony. “Great Chief, I have seen a miracle—a skull that speaks!”
The chief, skeptical but intrigued, ordered his guards to follow Kojo. “If you lie, you will pay with your life,” he warned.
They marched back into the forest. Kojo led them to the spot and proudly pointed. “Speak now, old one. Tell them what you told me.”
But the skull was silent.
“Speak!” Kojo shouted, kicking it again.
Nothing.
The chief frowned. “You dare mock us? Kill him.”
And so Kojo was executed on the spot. His head rolled to the base of the skull.
Moments later, the skull opened its jaw and whispered, “Talking brought you here, too.”
Moral: Speak only when necessary. Words can dig your grave faster than silence.
