“May Zoe protect Murai,” a brother replied Jonah, as he joined his fellow brothers to search for the missing boy. They split themselves into four groups. Each group went their own way to search for him. They were still searching when another roar hit the atmosphere. It was a death throe. Somebody had killed another fellow.
“That cannot be Murai. I will not downgrade Hugadah’s son. I am convinced he’s the man who killed his opponent. I hope and pray so,” a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blThe day began like every other day. Sunlight filtered through the clouds as dawn broke, casting rays of brilliant light down to the earth; surely a sight that should have warmed the heart. But in the kingdom of Muzagah, it wasn’t appreciation its inhabitants felt; it was rather fear and trepidation. Today, they were going to war!The three lads felt it; the ripples of fear coursing through their veins, squeezing their heart and sucking life out of them, as they sat at the top of the mountain, their duty it was to sound the alarm at the sight of the approaching army. They sat quietly, none having the courage to speak. Jonah and Luh were almost similar in appearance with their dark skin and lean appearance, while Murai’s skin was of a darker shade, with an athletic build. They made an odd trio, even though they had all clocked eighteen, as Murai looked quite different from them. As the hours grew long though, thei
By this time, Murai was on his feet, while his friends listened attentively to him.“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him.Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears.“Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and prayed for your strength before I fought the leopard. My defeat against the leopard remains a mystery to the people of my clan. I tell you, many would hav
He continued.“Son, this kingdom of ours boasted of having the most beautiful black woman. All of Suramy’s sorcerers and magicians with virtually all those old folks who are called ‘priest’ sought after her in conjured visions, yet, it seems they were blindfolded. No one could foretell the future to the ailing prince. Days went by, moving closer to the deadline; for there was a deadline. The Emperor knew that if Prince Habeb died, his chances of retaining the aged dynasty will be slim. In Suramy, the dynasty had never been derailed.“The Emperor, being a prudent man, came up with a plan. Since the priest of Suramy foretold that such kind of a woman, whom the gods required as a sacrifice to restore the prince’s health must come from the hilly kingdoms, he dispersed hundreds of his men beyond his territory. They entered Achar, Disee, Egleton,and our kingdom, carrying parchments whose contents revealed the wealth that woul
“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of water dropped and clattered to the floor. I struggled to get up and go after her, but she was gone!“Her beautiful face flashes all the time in my mind. I can see her vividly in my dreams. Her eyeballs are very finely shaped like that of a black goddess. I see those se
The earth shook under the throbbing hooves of the galloping horses. The cavalrymen advanced towards the grand gates of the kingdom of Muzagah. Soldiers on horseback lifted up their glittering swords and sang songs of war in furious delight. The infantry army, which comprised of the men from Egeton, a province of the Empire which lay five miles east of Muzagah, joined the rest of the army to invade Muzagah.At the head of the group was a man on horseback, who looked different from the rest of the soldiers, judging by his royal armour. He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore
The sun drifted northwards into the azure sky, beaming its limitless light upon the earth, arousing the dormant greenish plants and trees, as they spread their leaves wider to assimilate the sunlight. Birds were not left out as they were busy relishing in the effect of her great light. Up above the skies, birds were seen flapping their wings as they flew away to unknown destinations.A great rock girdled by alpines towered above the rugged hills below it. The inhabitants of that region had noticed its uniqueness in those ancient days and had named it Lala – meaning ‘great rock’. It remained the most towering natural feature when approaching the kingdom of Muzagah. The rock had caves and cavernous routes where one could run to for safety in the event of war or calamities. At night, it was told that some pernicious beasts wandered inside, ferreting for humans to rip to pieces.Tales of this sort scared people away from the rock. Though s
“May Zoe protect Murai,” a brother replied Jonah, as he joined his fellow brothers to search for the missing boy. They split themselves into four groups. Each group went their own way to search for him. They were still searching when another roar hit the atmosphere. It was a death throe. Somebody had killed another fellow.“That cannot be Murai. I will not downgrade Hugadah’s son. I am convinced he’s the man who killed his opponent. I hope and pray so,” a sympathetic brother uttered.The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the bl
The sun drifted northwards into the azure sky, beaming its limitless light upon the earth, arousing the dormant greenish plants and trees, as they spread their leaves wider to assimilate the sunlight. Birds were not left out as they were busy relishing in the effect of her great light. Up above the skies, birds were seen flapping their wings as they flew away to unknown destinations.A great rock girdled by alpines towered above the rugged hills below it. The inhabitants of that region had noticed its uniqueness in those ancient days and had named it Lala – meaning ‘great rock’. It remained the most towering natural feature when approaching the kingdom of Muzagah. The rock had caves and cavernous routes where one could run to for safety in the event of war or calamities. At night, it was told that some pernicious beasts wandered inside, ferreting for humans to rip to pieces.Tales of this sort scared people away from the rock. Though s
The earth shook under the throbbing hooves of the galloping horses. The cavalrymen advanced towards the grand gates of the kingdom of Muzagah. Soldiers on horseback lifted up their glittering swords and sang songs of war in furious delight. The infantry army, which comprised of the men from Egeton, a province of the Empire which lay five miles east of Muzagah, joined the rest of the army to invade Muzagah.At the head of the group was a man on horseback, who looked different from the rest of the soldiers, judging by his royal armour. He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore
“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of water dropped and clattered to the floor. I struggled to get up and go after her, but she was gone!“Her beautiful face flashes all the time in my mind. I can see her vividly in my dreams. Her eyeballs are very finely shaped like that of a black goddess. I see those se
He continued.“Son, this kingdom of ours boasted of having the most beautiful black woman. All of Suramy’s sorcerers and magicians with virtually all those old folks who are called ‘priest’ sought after her in conjured visions, yet, it seems they were blindfolded. No one could foretell the future to the ailing prince. Days went by, moving closer to the deadline; for there was a deadline. The Emperor knew that if Prince Habeb died, his chances of retaining the aged dynasty will be slim. In Suramy, the dynasty had never been derailed.“The Emperor, being a prudent man, came up with a plan. Since the priest of Suramy foretold that such kind of a woman, whom the gods required as a sacrifice to restore the prince’s health must come from the hilly kingdoms, he dispersed hundreds of his men beyond his territory. They entered Achar, Disee, Egleton,and our kingdom, carrying parchments whose contents revealed the wealth that woul
By this time, Murai was on his feet, while his friends listened attentively to him.“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him.Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears.“Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and prayed for your strength before I fought the leopard. My defeat against the leopard remains a mystery to the people of my clan. I tell you, many would hav
The day began like every other day. Sunlight filtered through the clouds as dawn broke, casting rays of brilliant light down to the earth; surely a sight that should have warmed the heart. But in the kingdom of Muzagah, it wasn’t appreciation its inhabitants felt; it was rather fear and trepidation. Today, they were going to war!The three lads felt it; the ripples of fear coursing through their veins, squeezing their heart and sucking life out of them, as they sat at the top of the mountain, their duty it was to sound the alarm at the sight of the approaching army. They sat quietly, none having the courage to speak. Jonah and Luh were almost similar in appearance with their dark skin and lean appearance, while Murai’s skin was of a darker shade, with an athletic build. They made an odd trio, even though they had all clocked eighteen, as Murai looked quite different from them. As the hours grew long though, thei