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This is the story told by generations of Chokwe grandmothers from Northern Angola and Congo to their children's children. Let's join them under the starlit sky and listen.

Once upon a time, as he was walking his path, the Sun decided to stop over and pay Kalunga (God) a visit. 'Come in, dear friend ! I am so happy to see you.' This is how Kalunga greeted him. He was so happy indeed that he gave the Sun a beautiful rooster. After a good night's rest, the Sun woke up very early, just as the rooster crowed. When he was ready to leave, he went to Kalunga and thanked him for the hospitality. 'I see that the rooster I gave you is well and alive, noticed Kalunga. Please come and visit again next time around !' Wishing him a safe journey, Kalunga bade the Sun farewell.

The following day, Kalunga was called to greet another visitor. This time, the Moon was standing at his door. 'Welcome to my home !' said Kalunga. 'Have a rest, your journey has been a long one, you must be tired.' And he gave the Moon a hen as a present. Both the Moon and the hen quickly fell soundly asleep. The Moon woke up with the song of the first stars and got ready to resume her journey. Before leaving, she went to Kalunga to thank him and say goodbye. 'I see that you looked after the hen I gave you very well, noticed Kalunga. Do pay me a visit again when you come this way !' And he wished her a good journey.

On the third day, there was a knock at the door again. When Kalunga went to open, a man was standing there, weary and tired from his long journey. He was looking for a roof for the night and did not have the faintest idea where he was. Kalunga did not reveal his identity to him and welcomed him in. He also received a hen and since he had not eaten the whole day, he was very happy to have been given such an appropriate gift. Wise as he was, he decided to eat only half of it that evening, keeping the other half for next morning's breakfast. After his meal, he fell asleep on a full stomach and when he woke up, the sun was already high. He quickly ate the chicken that was left from the previous night and got ready to leave. Just as the other visitors did, he went to see Kalunga to say goodbye. 'I see that your belly is happy, said Kalunga. You chose to eat the chicken which is fine : it was yours. But you must know that from now on, when your journey will be over you too will die, unlike the Sun and the Moon who are here to stay.'

And this is how, from that day on, humans have become mortal.