Once upon a time, in a faraway part of Zambia, there was a small place called Sichili Village. The Village was full of happy People who loved to draw, paint, and make art.

In the hills near the Village lived a Kind, old blind man. He couldn't see or speak, but he painted the most beautiful pictures using his imagination.

His paintings showed green forests, wild animals, and magic places. Everyone loved them. The villagers called him 'The wizard of Happiness' because his paintings made people smile.

People came from all around the neighboring Villages to buy the colourful paintings. Every Picture made was sold so quickly.

There was one small painting no one wanted. It was tiny, black, and strange. People said it looked like an army of black ants crawling in zigzags. Some even said it was ugly.

The old man tried to give it away for free. He offered it to children, parents, and even grandparents. But no one wanted it. They said it was too dark and might bring sadness.

This made the old man sad. Some people advised him to burn the tiny black painting. They thought it had been painted by mistake because he was blind.

All the other paintings were loved by the children. They were full of joy and bright colours. But the little black painting sat all alone, forgotten.

One day, a 10 year old boy named Muyunda came to see the paintings. He lived with his grandfather and didn't have any money to buy the colourful ones.

The old man saw him and gently offered the tiny black painting for free. Muyunda smiled and said, 'Thank you.' He was happy to have a painting of his own.

Muyunda rushed home, other children laughed. 'That's the ugly one!' they said. But Muyunda didn't care. He liked his special gift.

Muyunda went to bed, he was happy but kept thinking about the paintings after hanging it on the wall.

Suddenly there was a light in the room coming from the little black painting.

Not long after, the old man disappeared. Some said he had gone to rest with the ancestors. Soon after, the evil wizard of sadness returned to the village.

All the other paintings were stolen, and the village became gloomy again. The children missed the joy the old Man's painting brought.

One day when Muyunda was sleeping. The tiny black painting became bright, It took him to another world.

The little black painting instructed him, how to mix colours. it was a secret receipe for happiness.

The little black painting did not only teach Muyunda how to paint but also taking care of animals.

And plants.

The Village was slowly restored to happiness.

Everyone was happy again as Muyunda Produced new paintings.

The Village finally understood the tiny black painting as the mother of all painting and happiness as they cerebrated.