Long long ago people didn’t
know anything. They didn’t
know how to plant crops, or
how to weave cloth, or how to
make iron tools.
The god Nyame up in the sky
had all the wisdom of the world.
He kept it safe in a clay pot.
Greedy Anansi thought, “I’ll
keep the pot safe at the top of a
tall tree. Then I can have it all
He spun a long thread, wound it
round the clay pot, and tied it to
He began to climb the tree. But
it was hard climbing the tree
with the pot bumping him in the
knees all the time.
All the time Anansi’s young son
had been standing at the
bottom of the tree watching. He
said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to
climb if you tied the pot to your
Anansi tried tying the clay pot
full of wisdom to his back, and it
really was a lot easier.
In no time he reached the top of
But then he stopped and
thought, “I’m supposed to be
the one with all the wisdom,
and here my son was cleverer
Anansi was so angry about this
that he threw the clay pot down
out of the tree.
It smashed into pieces on the
ground. The wisdom was free
for everyone to share.
And that is how people learned
to farm, to weave cloth, to
make iron tools, and all the
other things that people know
how to do.