No one knew his background and genealogy. He was referred to as the one without father and mother. He had no formal name, for his misfortunes overshadowed his identity. Though blind, yet in the face of darkness, he provided light that others may see. Initially, he was disdainfully addressed as the blind boy and later as Uncle Blindman. Though born in royalty, he was homeless and lived in penury. Before he knew how to say daddy or mommy, he was implicitly convicted for a violation of societal norms. His twin birth placed him on the wrong side of the village tradition.

Few hours after his birth, the village elders (custodians of culture) snatched him from the caring arms of a loving mother and dumped him in the evil forest, which was infested with wild lions, and they assumed him dead. Having survived the ordeals of the evil forest, he was apprehended years later and buried alive in a dry well, yet he remained the last man standing, but how? This mysterious individual Uncle Blindman later transitioned to Kingship. This is he whom the gods could not kill nor make mad. Could there be some kind of benevolent beings behind his survival and achievements? For he later made obsolete the inhumane traditions and the symbols of the gods that nearly cost him his life.

Uncle Blindman tells the compelling story of divine interventions, the unfathomable role of fate in human predicaments, and possible hidden treasures in every painful and unpleasant experience in life.