Running through the jungle ahead of the gun-running colonials, one local noticed his thoughts taking a decided left turn: what was this whole sad business about? He realized that running had become tiresome, he gave in to the nonsense, he lay down to sleep and despite the danger of imminent death, found he was successful. He slept, buried by the underbrush, as the colonials ran past, no one who noticed him decided to put a bullet in his eye for good measure because given his rag doll appearance, there was little chance he wasn't already dead.
Certain colonials noticed he was alive but spared him regardless.
A strange compassion happens.
When the chase was well beyond him, the local woke from his deep sleep and gave himself a new name, to remember the day.
"Oko-Jumu" which means the dreamer.
Later in life he became an infrastructure developer and private contractor and helped create some of the prettiest roads in the world.
