The Amori clan had been defeated by the two hundred thousand Funni warriors. They had captured their women and babies aged zero to three and reconstituted them into their village making them twice as large as before.
The Samari clan whom had infiltrated the Funni clan, holding some of their warriors hostages in their new settlement haven gotten the message about their king’s disappearance on a self destructive mission of no coming back, set out to the Funni to conquer them altogether with their subordinate clans of Amori women and children as well as the amalgamated Abaki clan.
The set forth to the Funni clan and so did they conquer them and mixed their women with their men and took away their children to their new settlement.
“Your king has been eaten by the wild animals that we hunt for meal. They had exercised a revenge on your king and had him on their sharp edged teeth and devoured him into pieces, leaving no trace of a bone as lead to his body and no blood stain to perceive his aroma. Here ….” Hippoo the leader of the Samari clan addressed the Funni clan. He stooped to call upon Kabahka who came to stand beside him. Kabahka bent his face so low to the ground. “Here is Kabahka, one of our men who I had sent as spies, just like so many of them who lived among you and those who lost their lives in the desert in disguise of being a Funni. They have gone to rest and shall awaken in another planet different from this one.” The people were marveled upon this revelation and trebled before him and his clans and pleaded for their mercy.
The kinds were marveled that there was another planet somewhere where they do not know about and that if anyone dies here, shall sleep here and wake up in the other planet just as Hippoo had claimed.
“I shall take charge over everyone in the land and your people the Funni clan as well as the Abaki clan shall pay homage to the Samari clan with meat every seven days. This order shall not be altered by any family made up man and women and children otherwise I shall not be forced to slain you to death one by one.” He collected the bone from Kabahka and the slab stone which King Zoomorah had wrote on. “Here is the bone of your king.”
The people made noise from everywhere as they clamored and rejoiced for the death of King Zoomorah. There was dancing and rejoicing in the land and now they paid their allegiance to the new leader from Samari clan. On that day he was made king over the three tribes. King Hippoo the first was his royal name and the dynasty which stretched forth from the Funni clan and Abaki down to the new settlement of the Samari clan was named Samori land to remember the unity that had existed in the land between the clans especially the Amori clan which have been annihilated from the planet. Every individual from these exitence were called Samorian and there was no longer discrepancy as to whether a person of a kind was from a particular clan.
Two nights after the installment of King Hippoo the first. Kabahka gathered his household and told them they were going to leave by the half moon light that shone at night time. That night he had explained to them why they must leave the Samori empire.
“The King Zoomorah is not dead but still alive in the desert and he is out looking for great powers beyond the impossibility realm. When he has found that which he desired he shall return and wage war against King Hippoo the first and destroy him with ease and the people would again return under his reign. I have to flee from this territory because it would not be safe for me here. The King Hippoo had lied to these people and concealed what is true from them, he had broken the slab stone which the King Zoomorah had wrote to his people with his own blood and bone from his flesh. I owe him my life because he had given up his own in the desert for us, whom he had called his disciples. But I must leave at once before anyone notice my departure.” Kabahka explained to his wives. They were five women and one at the time was pregnant. With him and his five women he left secretly.
The message got to the King Hippoo the first about his sneak out from the Samorite empire. The king at once sent men after him. Kabahka had journeyed for six days when the men from Samorite captured him and his women and they took them back to the empire, to the king of Samori.
King Hippoo at once gave orders for his head to be cut off and separated from his body. The night of the day he was brought to the Samori empire, he was tied up both hands to a tree and they had his legs tied up as well, there with a stick his head was beaten until it gave a loud blow and with sharp edged stones they cut the head from the rest of the body in the audience of everybody. The people neither rejoiced or make a sound… There was a solemnity of silence in the empire as the king administered his absolute veto on one of their own. Kabahka’s head was hung on to a stick and was raised high and planted at the entrance of the King’s cottage where he lived. His wives he had to himself and for the sake of pregnancy could not sleep with Ogara, one of Kabahka’s wives who was with a pregnant stomach. The king had her to be one of his slaves together with men and women they had captured during their battle with the Funni clan.
Ogara lived among the Funni kinds to serve the king as his slave. Altogether in the slave settlement they were one hundred and thirty thousand of both men and women, with their children. The slaves were given a portion of land close to the territory to inhabit and work for the king. They were allowed to sleep and make more babies which would in future serve as younger inlets, some who would be made warriors and some servants to the throne.
If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such a History at night time.Before i begin the story of my life i would like to let us know that everybody has a home."Everybody has a home."Irrespective of our separate gems, attitude, race, culture, tradition and kinds - when it is time to unite, home calls. If only i had somewhere i could call a
As for my children i believed that the night meant entirely a different thing to each one of them. For Aka, i saw him as the man of the house , the night meant a time to give rest to the re-tarted bones which had been working and been busy from the early hours of the sun set. I preferably chose to get the house chores done with the rest of the family, never wanted to involve my first son in any of the house chores, what i wanted of him was after the busy hours of his days from work rest and embrace it with a rest filled weekends. Anyways i also had it at the back of my mind that he was a man and therefore a man was meant to toil in order to survive just as i was taught even in my home we worked no less.For Morrison and Olivera and Fejiro the night might just be a usual routine of sleeping and waking. They never took things so serious unlike their mother.......unlike me. A usual routine at sunset to hear bed time stories from Thelma and then buzz off to the crawling hands of death
My apartment was well furnished i am a connoisseur of arts so i had paints on the wall. I had contracted some Negroes who did the paints. They called them the Street Negroes. They were usually paid after their services. I had had them do the painting works themselves because they were blacks as much as my love for the African color never left me even in the foreign land. They had used three days to get the painting job done and they had also re-coated the paddock fence that Aka my son built around the facility. He was not a carpenter but he knew how to put the hammer and nail to work. These Negroes four of them had taken the measurements of the entire building and gave me a quotation and cost but there was no negotiation on their remuneration. Although i gave them some money before they could start the job and at the end i was excited with their skilled art as they proved they are worthy of another job when there is need. One odd thing with the Negroes was that they do not have a mob
The villages lived happily ever after like never before. They had increased in numbers and were gradually spreading towards the west where they believed had greener pastures.Kinds were born and these kinds grew to become man, from crawling to walking, falling to standing, and from jumping to running. Just as the clans increased in population they would spread and at all sides, all headed west.Funni clan, one of the clans increased rapidly with an outrageous number of men and women with children, and that was the beginning of the second war fare between mankind. The struggle was as a result of which of the clan would dominate and rule over the others. This was were their quest for power domination begin, notably it was known that the Funni were the largest as such it should be used as a means of determining the ruler.The village held a congress and summoned all the aged from all the clans, and their ages determined on how many children you have produced. Those with fewer children o