The Goddess of Karichota

pregnant. The thought of it stirred his blood. He drank the mimosa roots to increase his vitality. He slaughtered bleating

sit the gallows already.

ut his father, the great Chief Xima, lived

ief's wives had daughters only. Xumba was the heir to the stool. Uttermost care had to be observed. His meals were to be prepared in a special way. Anj

man, even if she was a goddess. His father had asked him to offer himself with pride and di

you from spilling your seed in

d said with his head held high. "I wonder why the godde

recious prince. Chief Xima knew how to evade this tactfully. There was no way one would handle Xumba without tact. He was a proud man. His father knew if he had lived to be chief, his son was an iron fist. His subjects would have broken their backs laborin

and the hearts of many people in Karichota. He was the heart of Chota, literally. Should the goddess have gone for Senerwa, Chief Xima would have definitely risked giving him the immortality

used to take your life and hand it to me," Xumba had complained one time

a wanted him to confess that he would have given Senerwa the herb o

f your subjects before you take over. Until then, I am afraid, I can

d. "besides, I am a Prince, why should I be

where you go wro

er and picked on me. she knows am the one be

u before the wind arrives," Xima drew his spear.

oal mines, together with that Soft Pri

flames in his eyes flashed. There was smoke in his wide

The great Xima toyed with the thought. He wished he knew how to handle Anjiko. Anjiko was a mysterious woman who had taken a

e you do Senerwa? You have a

flames of our forefather's flash in your eyes. No man will survive yo

soon drop. How will I make ten virgins sire for me i

lood. If your father can still shoot seed at seventy s

e you down in a fight if you don't will

a was not fit

was going to be Chief. This brought merry in his heart. It mellowed his old soul. The thought of Serewa ascending to power, shifti

Xima only had two sons with dozens of daughters from the many wives and concubines. This did not bother the Great Chief. Two sons were two great nations. The fewer the sons, the lesser the feuds. And Now, nat