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The Art of Adaptation: Unveiling the Wisdom of The Bat and The Weasels

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  The Art of Adaptation: Unveiling the Wisdom of The Bat and The Weasels “It is wise to turn circumstances to good account.” — Aesop In the world of fables, we often find animals acting out the deepest parts of our humanity. These creatures, symbols of instinct and survival, carry lessons older than time itself. The Bat and The Weasels , retold from the mind of Aesop and reimagined through the lens of Gye-Nyame Journey, isn’t just a tale for children—it’s a guide for those grown folks who still seek mastery. When the World Has You Cornered Here’s the setup: A bat falls to the ground and is caught by a weasel. The weasel hates birds. So the bat, slick with the tongue, says, “I’m not a bird—I’m a mouse.” The weasel lets him go. Later, the same bat falls again. This time, a different weasel catches him. But this weasel hates mice. So what does the bat say? “I’m not a mouse—I’m a bird.” And he gets set free again. Now, you could say the bat was being dishonest. But hold on. Let’s go de...

Baba- Chapter 9 part 1

Chapter 9 “Jay, wake up!!!” Simba was shaking me. I must have fell asleep reading. I looked outside and the sun must have just rose. “The council is waiting for you. Clean yourself up and report downstairs.” He stood up and walked out of the door. I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I made up my bed and reported downstairs as I was ordered. Sitting around the table were four more people I had never seen before. Simba and Kwesi were also sitting at the table with them. There was a chair sitting in front of the table and I assumed it was for me. “Jay, I want to introduce you to the council that will take you through your vision quest.” After saying that Simba stood up and began pointing to the people sitting at the table.   “This is Sister Auset from Milwaukee. She is a Grand Master….from the House of Chete.” She was  a very dark and beautiful woman looking as if she wasn’t a day over forty. Her locks caught my attention; they were beautiful and long with a...