Long ago, amidst a great drought that plagued the earth, all the sources of water began to wither away, plunging the world into a harsh desolation. As the rivers ran dry and the once-lush hills turned barren, Porokmi Yambami found himself in a state of deep contemplation, seeking guidance from the wise Tagera Ningwafu Mang. With a heavy heart and a voice filled with concern, Porokmi Yambami approached Tagera Ningwafu Mang, expressing his distress at the world’s apparent demise. “The land has succumbed to the harshness of the drought, and the very essence of creation seems to have faltered. What course of action should I pursue now?” begged Porokmi Yambami, his plea echoing in the vast emptiness that shrouded the earth.
In response to Porokmi Yambami’s entreaty, the benevolent creator, Tagera Ningwafu Mang, imparted a crucial directive. “Venture forth to one of the seven depths of the earth, where a man of the revered Mendahi Faknam lineage resides. Offer him a fair reward and task him with launching the mighty Lunghorung, Singhorung Paklung (Shot Put) into the vast expanse. Once the Paklung strikes the eastern horizon, a powerful resonance shall be unleashed, causing the skies to stir and billow with clouds, ushering in the much-needed rainfall. Through this rainfall, the dormant earth shall be nourished, awakening once again with vibrant greenery and life,” counseled Tagera Ningwafu Mang, his words laden with hope and promise.
Determined to bring about the rejuvenation of the mortal realm, Porokmi Yambami embarked on his mission. Consulting with the Mendahi Faknam, Porokmi Yambami relayed the sacred instructions, igniting a chain of events that would alter the course of nature. With a firm resolve, Mendahi Faknam hoisted the Lunghorung, Singhorung Paklung (Shot Put) into the air, launching it with precision and intent. The first attempt bore no fruit, the second yielding only a slight tremor in the air.
Undeterred, Mendahi Faknam steadied himself for the final throw, channeling all his strength and focus. As the Paklung soared through the sky, a thunderous impact reverberated across the land, shaking mountains and stirring the very core of the earth. A thick plume of smoke ascended, mingling with the gathering clouds as the sky roared with thunder, heralding the imminent downpour. Torrents of rain cascaded from the heavens, bathing the earth in revitalizing waters, nurturing the soil and coaxing life back into the once-barren landscape.
Witnessing the miraculous transformation that unfolded before their eyes, Porokmi Yambami and Mendahi Faknam rejoiced as the world was reborn in a verdant tapestry of greenery and vitality. The cycle of life had been restored, thanks to the valiant efforts and unwavering faith of those who dared to seek renewal amidst the darkest of times.
Thus, through the combined efforts of Porokmi Yambami, Mendahi Faknam, and the guiding hand of Tagera Ningwafu Mang, the mortal world was reborn from the ashes of despair, a testament to the enduring power of faith, perseverance, and the timeless cycle of creation.
