THE LEGEND OF KIWAKAAZI

Kiwakaazi and Deila were looking seriously at the next bridge they would have to cross. The sobudu (double headed water serpent) was already out of the Gahan (purple river) glaring and hissing at them. Kiwakaazi in his usual nonchalant attitude turned to Deila and asked her, “Are you ready for this?” She stepped forward; standing in front of Kiwakaazi, she said, “You want to bet?”

The last time Kiwakaazi and Deila crossed the bridge, something interesting happened. Deila had spent a long time within herself learning about her past and understanding Kaki’s powers. When she came out, she was a complete human being — no fur, with boobies, booty, and stuff like that. Things she did not have in her crazy and scary beastly form. Kiwakaazi walked behind her admiring her backside when she suddenly passed out. She started to turn into a shinko and her stone mummification begun. Kiwakaazi had to carry that large and heavy statue of a shinko across the bridge. He was not prepared to do any heavy lifting this time around. He hoped she was truly ready to cross the bridge.

The guard called out, “Next…” and Sukye was a bit hesitant. A bag filled with gold hung around him. The quantity of gold was so large that the guard would spot it even before opening the bag. Their man disguised as a guard shouted, “Did you not hear him calling out next?” He moved and grabbed Sukye by the hand. Sukye mumbled, “I am here with my brother and he was not ready.” The guard looked at his counterpart and said, “Don’t worry. I will thoroughly search these two.” Sukye and his friend followed their man disguised as a guard. He did search them but not their bags and cleared them to leave Payuse with stolen gold from the royal palace.

Before Kiwakaazi and Deila came before the sobudu (double headed water serpent) they were having a moment inside a pool in the valley of peace. Kiwakaazi was just about to make a move. He was almost naked and she was completely naked. He moved his right arm and touched her face. He did not have big strong arms and his palm was not rough. Something I understand most women love. Why do they…? Ask a woman when you meet one. Kiwakaazi was naturally skinny and his fingers were dainty. His palm which was soft caressed her cheeks. She responded by tilting her head in the direction where he touched her. She closed her eyes and absorbed the great electric current surging through her body from his touch. It was a great feeling; a feeling she had never had since Jenak.

Three out of the four arrived safely outside Payuse with enough gold to share and spare. Sukye looked at the sky and paced impatiently in front of his two friends who simply sat on the ground. “Relax Sukye, Bantu will be out soon,” said one of Sukye’s allies. Sukye said, “You don’t understand. They will take inventory soon if they have not taken it already. We have to leave now or risk being caught.” One of the three outside Payuse mounted the horse and asked his remaining two friends to give him gold and he will use the horses to transport the gold to a safe location and wait for the safe return of his three brothers. He promised on his life. It sounded like a good idea to Sukye. They agreed and off he went. The one who stayed back with Sukye suddenly shouted, “Look! Bantu is coming!”

Sukye could finally relax but his period of relaxation lasted for only about three minutes. “What took you so long?” questioned Sukye. Bantu explained that the guard who was supposed to replace him suddenly fell ill. He had to remain at post until another guard was called to replace him. That took almost an hour or two. Sukye said, “You are safe and here now and that is all what matters. Let’s go.” They barely took a step when they heard the sound of tolling bell. The three friends exchanged glances and Sukye shouted, “Run!”

It was a different time in the evolution of man. Villages were small and surrounding them were thick forests. It was in these same forests that farming activities and hunting of animals took place. Sukye and his friends entered the forest and kept on running. They were heading to Kuzase. The forest was thick and dominating it was some really tall trees. It was slightly dark inside the forest. Besides they were thieves running for their lives. If they got caught, they would be killed for sure. They began to see it — light. Glimmers of it at first but it was getting brighter which means they were getting closer to their destination. Suddenly, they heard a sound and then a scream.

Deila remembered Jenak; her first and one true love. She could not believe what she was doing. She almost kissed another man and betrayed his memory. She grabbed Kiwakaazi’s wrist with her right, moved it away from her face and climbed out of the pool. She quickly dressed. Kiwakaazi was still sitting in the pool wondering what he did wrong. Did he say something or do something? Was it his breath? He looked inside the pool to examine his penis. May be it said or did something? He simply did not understand what was going on.

After she climbed out of the pool, she dressed and shouted, “Come on we’ve got to keep on moving.” ‘Moving…?’ Kiwakaazi thought. ‘Was she not the same person who said that he was too stiff and needed to relax? Now that he found the perfect way to relax she just acts all bossy and demand they move!?’ He frowned and decided not to follow her anymore.

Sukye’s leg was caught in a trap. An unbelievably strong wooden trap made to capture deer or antelope or grass cutter. It comprised of some really sharp wooden teeth that dug deep into the bones of poor Sukye. He screamed very loudly. His two friends rushed to his side and tried to free him. They tried and tried but did not succeed. They heard approaching voices. Someone shouted, “I have found foot prints; this way!” Sukyes’s friends hearing this looked at him squarely in the face and apologized to him. Then they left him there to rot. He tried to call them but they were too fast. They ran and abandoned the brains behind “Operation Silver Hawk.” How sad for the genius.

“What are you still doing in the pool?” shouted Deila in an angry voice, and also wearing an angry look when she turned to face Kiwakaazi. Kiwakaazi wanted to protest but realized he was not that kind of a guy. In his whole life he had never pined for a girl. If she did not want him, then he did not want her back. He smiled and said, “The water is so good I wanted to enjoy it a little longer.” Then he gently climbed out of it. He cleaned his body with a large leaf, and said, “Let’s go.”

After Sukye’s ungrateful friends abandoned him he tried to free himself. But the damn trap was too strong. He was in real pain and did not know what to do. But what surprised him the most was just how quick and easy it was for his friends to abandon him. He had no siblings and considered them family. He had a leave-no-man-behind policy. That was why two of them stayed back and waited for Bantu. But clearly he was just one of their pawns. He was such an idiot. It was he who got them in and out. They had even forgotten that. He was bleeding and losing consciousness. He heard movement behind him. Someone was running quickly towards him. He thought, “I have been caught at last.”

So Kiwakaazi followed Deila until they arrived at the bridge. On their way, he wanted to ask her why she pulled away from him. But he stopped and rather asked how she knew the way to the bridge. She explained to him that it was because she had eyes that could read energy as color. Her eyes were also so good that she could see things in a distance. So while Kiwakaazi slept, she turned into the white shadow of death and looked as far as she could from above. That was how she found the way. Kiwakaazi asked her why they should fight a beast when she can fly them both across the buduga (the bridge).

“Are you okay?” asked a lovely voice — feminine voice. Sukye turned to look at this person. It was a girl. She was none of the girls he knew. While he was turning to face her, she had moved to his side and undone the trap. He did not see how or when but his leg was free. It was only bleeding profusely. She quickly tore part of her skirt and split what she tore into two. She poured water on half and used it to clean his wound. She used the other half to bandage his wound and carried him on her shoulders out of the jungle into Kuzase. Sukye was confused. He questioned, “Who are you?”