He started off as a whale who came ashore at Cape Stewart in the guise of a man who knew sacred rituals which he was happy to share. However, when it came to food, he took more than his share, declaring himself sacred so that only he could eat at feasts.
Consequently everyone stopped inviting him, but this made no difference as he turned up anyway. He only had to see smoke from a fire and he could time his arrival to perfection. (We all know people like that.)
Fed up with eating left-over scraps, LUMALUMA became partial to consuming dead children. That was the final straw and a seething mob set upon him and his two wives with sticks and stones and spears.
Like an ancient martyr he took some time to die. Partly because he was as big as a whale, but mostly because he asked them to slow down so he could make sure they understood all his sacred rituals.
When they thought he was dead enough, they propped his body against a tree, tied it in place with ropes, and built a shade hut over him using branches. Rumor has it that he didn’t die after all but returned to the sea as a whale.