My eyes sting with unshed tears.
My King dies, I can not save him, my antidote!
My beloved is gone,
your father died.
For what would I weep? and to who?
For his life?
For my own Life?
For Queen dowager to die?
or For death to find and take me to him?
I had you, my son to live for in place of your father.
So I stayed alive.
I lived 15 more years... how ironic.
My King's remaining life beads given to me.
The years spent with fear of the unknown. I refused to give any child my mantle.
" Find that child on your own." I told Nyambe.
My son ascended the throne at age 15, Intelligent as his father, At fifteen he gave me a grandson from a concubine,who he named after my beloved.
Sepo.
I told him to choose a Queen from Seke, you have to have a tie with the Seke palace. Because there was once a legend who lived their, his blood runs through your veins.
I have existed for others in order to live.
I have healed my husband
involuntarily.
I healed my brother.
I healed thousands of people taking away their pain, keeping it as mine.
I have ruled Proxy for my son.
Can I die on my own accord? This life tires me. In my next life give me a Freer life. Born of two commoners.
Yanga and Kathi!
" I lay here on my bed in death, ready to meet my beloved...King Sepo."
******* The End! ********