The Khoi-Khoi are a Negroid Black race; the only Black race indigenous to that part of Africa where they are today. All other Black races in Africa south of the equator did not originate where they are today.

The uniqueness of this tale is that it is about a mountain, although there were and still are no mountains in Khoi-Khoi ancestral lands.

There was this very high magical mountain. This is an account of how it came to be regarded as magical.

It was so high that its peak was always hidden in clouds. Nobody knew how high it was. Even strictly scientific Trigonomical calculations, always successful in measuring heights of mountains, had failed for the first time ever in attempts to calculate the height of that magical mountain.

In the times of advanced mechanical Sciences, virtually countless mechanical drones that had been flown into the clouds in order to photograph the peak of the magical mountain, had not returned.

Everybody in the country believed that anyone who climbed the mountain and reached the top could wish for anything, and the wish would be magically granted.

In all brochures, national and international, the mountain was advertised as being the most dangerous mountain to climb.

However, because the brochures advertised, as well, that, so far, the mountain was the only one that enjoyed the history of there never having been any accidents among its climbers, every day there were people from many countries, climbing the mountain.

Every day as there were people climbing the mountain there were people coming down. People climbing down had all kinds of reasons why they had to give up climbing.

Some climbers said they gave up because there were too many wild animals that lived on the mountain.

Others said it got too cold the higher they climbed.

Others said the winds were too strong high up the mountain.

There were many other reasons. None deterred people from climbing. No matter what reason they heard, people who were determined to climb the mountain would come up with explanations of how they would cope with the problems when they were climbing.

Many years passed. More and more people tried to climb the mountain.

One day someone came up with a plan of how everybody could reach the top of the mountain. This was the plan.

Since the magic part of the mountain was its peak all they had to do was shovel away at the bottom of the mountain and throw all the rocks and soil somewhere on the ground away from the mountain. In this way they would be making the mountain lower and lower. The peak of the mountain would be brought down to the ground. When it was at ground level everybody could step on it and make their wish.

Everybody thought this was a most ingenious plan bound to succeed. People started digging away at the bottom of the mountain. People from all over the world came to dig the magical mountain down to ground level.

The Government of the town nearest the magical mountain made a lot of money selling shovels because the Government passed a law that gave the Government the monopoly in shovel sales.

After years and years hundreds and hundreds of people had spent a lot of time and money digging up and removing rocks and soil, the peak of the mountain was still hidden in the clouds.

One warm day when all the diggers were resting, a little girl asked someone if anyone knew someone who had climbed the mountain and reached its peak and had made a wish. Many of the people there just laughed at the little girl.

Some of them said to her "You think, little girl, you are smarter than all the millions of people who believe in the magic of this mountain?"

The little girl answered "It is possible for one person to know something that nobody else knows. All of us know something about ourselves that nobody else knows. That means in some things every one of us is smarter than everyone else in the world. For example, if you know of anyone who has climbed this mountain and reached its peak and made a wish that came true, you would be smarter than the rest of us here."

Some people there agreed with the little girl. The people who disagreed with what the little girl said just could not see how a child could be smarter than grown-ups.

The little girl suggested that while some people could go on digging, others could go about the country to find out if anyone had ever climbed the mountain to its peak. Everybody agreed.

Soon, everyone in the whole country had heard about the little girl's suggestion. Everyone in the country was asking everyone else if they knew of anyone who had climbed the mountain to its peak and had a wish granted.

There was a rumor that sometime in the past, a few persons had built a balloon-with-a-basket, and had ascended the mountain to get to its peak. That remained a rumor only, because nobody knew if that balloon-with-a-basket crew had ever existed.

Time passed. Nobody could find even one such climber who had reached the peak and had returned. Because not even one person could be found who had reached the peak of the mountain, people began to doubt that the peak could be reached at all. Fewer and fewer people came to climb the mountain or to dig to bring the peak to ground level.

After many years nobody came anymore. The mountain’s peak remained hidden beyond the clouds.

The mountain lost its magic because one little girl was smarter than countless adults.

In time the legend grew that that girl was sent by the mountain itself to stop people from hurting it by their diggings to bring the sacred peak of the mountain down to the level of people.

Nowadays, the only remainder of the legend is a seldom heard tale of Table Mountain, the only true mountain in Khoi-Khoi Southern Africa, being what’s left of that magical mountain.