Sphinx Bazel in Africa 2 7:22:25 6.00 PM

Story: Sphinx Bazel in Africa 2
Story by Gail Nobles © 2025
Illustration by Gail Nobles

Days turned into weeks. The women, their initial fear slowly giving way to curiosity, brought Bazel food: fruits he didn't recognize, roasted tubers, and sometimes, small, cooked animals.

One day, the eldest woman, the one who had saved his life, approached the cage. She held out a clay bowl filled with water. Instead of just setting it down, she knelt, her eyes meeting his. She dipped a cloth into the water and gently wiped his face, removing the grime and sand that had accumulated. It was a simple act of kindness, of recognition, of shared humanity. Bazel reached out and gently took the cloth from her, mirroring her action. He washed his own face, then offered the cloth back to her.

A small, hesitant smile flickered across the woman's face. Over time, understanding bloomed. He learned to communicate in simple ways, drawing in the sand, using gestures, slowly picking up a few words of their language. He learned about their lives, their traditions, their fears, and their joys. He helped them with their crops, sharing knowledge from his world, and in turn, he learned from them the ancient wisdom of survival and strength.

One day, after many moons had passed, the woman approached the cage. She held a knife. Fear gripped Bazel, but he saw not malice in her eyes, but sorrow. With a silent nod, she cut the vines that held the cage together.

He was free.

He could have left, returned to his old life, told his incredible story. But something had changed within him. He had learned something profound about the human spirit, about the power of compassion, about the interconnectedness of all things. He chose to stay. He had found a new home, a new family, a new understanding of himself and the world.

The cage that imprisons us is not always made of vines or bars. Often, it is built of fear, prejudice, and a failure to recognize the shared humanity in those who seem different. True freedom comes not from escape, but from the willingness to see beyond our own limitations and to embrace the kindness that can be found in the most unexpected of places, even within the faces of those we initially fear. For it is in understanding the "other" that we truly understand ourselves, and only then can we unlock the cage that binds our hearts.

You're listening to The Tale of DJ Flip. Story by Gail Nobles © 2025

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Sphinx basiled in Africa. Part Two. Days turned into weeks.
The women, their initial fear, slowly given way to curiosity,
brought Basil food fruits he didn't recognize, roasted tubers and

(00:23):
sometimes small cooked animals. One day, the eldest woman, the
one who had saved his life, approached the cage. She
held out a clay bowl filled with water. Instead of
just setting it down, she knelt, her eyes meeting his,

(00:45):
She dipped a cloth into the water and gently wiped
his face, removing the grime and sand that had accumulated.
It was a simple act of kindness, of recognition of
shared humanity. Basil reached out and gently took the cloth

(01:07):
from her, mirrowing her action, he washed his own face,
then offered the cloth back to her. A small, hesitant
smile flicked across the woman's face. Over time, understanding bloomed.

(01:28):
He learned to communicate in simple ways, drawing in the sand,
using gestures, slowly picking up a few words of their language.
He learned about their lives, their traditions, their fears, and
their joys. He helped them with their crops, sharing knowledge

(01:52):
from his world, and in turn, he learned from them.
The ancient wisdom of survival and strength. One day, after
many moons had passed, the woman approached the cage. She
held a knife, fear gripped basil, but he saw not

(02:15):
malice in her eyes, but sorrow. With a silent nod,
she cut the vines that held the cage together. He
was free. He could have left, returned to his old life,
told his incredible story, but something had changed within him.

(02:39):
He had learned something profound about the human spirit, about
the power of compassion, about the interconnectedness of all things.
He chose to stay. He had found a new home,
a new family, a new understanding of himself and the world.

(03:03):
The cage that imprisons us is not always made of
binds or bars. Often it is built of fear, prejudice,
and a failure to recognize the shared humanity in those
who seem different. The freedom comes not from escape, but

(03:26):
from the willingness to see beyond our own limitations and
to embrace the kindness that can be found in the
most unexpected of places, even within the faces of those
we initially fear. For it is in understanding the other

(03:47):
that we truly understand ourselves, and only then can we
unlock the cage that binds our hearts. You're listening to
the Tale of d J. Flipp. Story by Gale Nobles,
copyright two thousand, twenty five