For ages, Wango Hill stood smiling at the
middle of Kwere Plains. From its side, came
springs which joined downhill to form River
Temu.
Its waters were a gift to the sheep and goats
of the area as well as the deer that dwelt in
the plains.

Things were all well until Matata became
headman. He ordered a path to be cleared
from the top of the hill to its foot.
He wanted it so that he could climb uphill
easily and roll gently down to the bottom.
Wango Hill was angry with the damage to
his beard, but he was patient.

During the weekend, Matata’s children and
their friends would climb uphill to play.
They would run all over the place, breaking
twigs and branches. They lit fires for their
games, which they would later leave
burning.