Daughters of legendary warriors

Prologue

Africa the land of milk and honey, peaceful evergreen lands its beauty hidden by an impenetrable jungle, Deep within there was a strange land surrounded by forested mountains and breathtaking savannah highlands. Two tribes with diverse cultures called this place home, a paradise on earth as the tribes lived in peaceful harmony with the exotic wildlife.

A river so wide and long streamed down from the mountains passing through the lands separating the two tribes. They only met once a year to witness a spectacular wild beast migration. The wild beast would cross the river to the other side looking for greener pastures as the hungry crocodiles would await to feast on the weak beasts during the migration.

This event brought together the two tribes as they would trade in items from food to garments. They were religious as they would worship under an ancient tree, it was known as Mugumo tree. It stood there from the beginning of time, they would s*******r a goat every evening and pour the blood to the ground under the ancient Mugumo tree. They believed their god was mother earth as she gave life to all their eyes could see. After this sacrifices the elders would receive visions about future events.

One elder would have a vision about a dark force which would change everything forever. 1902 a year to remember as something historical was about to happen. The two tribes were known as daughters of Kabugi a legion of warrior women and Gatimu warrior men merged together to form a battalion that would face a common enemy. A white man famously known as Mzungu, a traveler from the west had set eyes on their lands. He gained interest after seeing how much resources this lands held, he decided to exploit their natural resources which were gold, diamonds and other precious metals.

Mzungu had set up a camp brought with him weapons beyond anything they had ever seen and an army of slaves from the lands he had conquered. He was ruthless, crushing to the ground anything that crossed his path. He spilled blood of innocent women and children showed no mercy to those who had refused to submit to his will, made slaves out of those he conquered.

He was shredding his way through the strange lands with his massive and monster like heavy machinery. The tribes saw him as an unstoppable force ready to swallow them all in a chaotic war that made them look like ants compared to his weapons and an army of slaves.

Daughters of Kabugi understood the geographical landscape of this lands they used this knowledge of hidden pathways and caves inside the Rocky Mountains to their advantage they lured Mzungu and his army into a valley located deep inside the impenetrable jungle. Mzungu would find himself and his army trapped, surrounded and outnumbered by a battalion of warrior women, but Mzungu could not even think of surrender.

Mzungu was a hard nut to c***k, he was not easily intimidated. A battle ensured both parties fought to the death. Gatimu warrior men arrived on time, Mzungu saw his army was overwhelmed there was no way he would win, he had no choice but to surrender.

That evening a flag with four colors was raised red representing blood spilled during the fight for freedom, white represented peace, green represented the evergreen lands, and black represented the color of their skin.

Word was sent throughout the strange lands informing everyone they had won their independence. Mzungu had no business but to pack his Belonging and leave, he felt embarrassed as he thought of himself of being superior to the Blackman, he swore to return some day for revenge.

Gatimu warriors were led by a man known as Kwatu he became the ruling president handed the positions of power to his fellow warrior friends. He renamed the strange lands into Kwatu country after his own family name,

This lands forever changed as Gatimu dropped the way of his forefathers and adopted something Mzungu had started to introduce. It was called democracy, this lead to formation of a government. The lands were portioned into small portions, each portion was appointed a representative who reported to Gatimu. He alone had sovereign power and authority to rule the lands under laws and customs created by him and his friends.

What people didn’t know Gatimu continued to work with the Mzungu under the radar, he was taught how to make laws and implement customs that benefited only him. As years passed by Gatimu grew hungry for power, he became selfish and greedy.

One of Gatimu brothers would demand his own portion, he was rewarded his own land and given his own sovereign power to rule the people in it. He renamed his lands into bandit’s lands. This lands became the home of unlawful and ruthless men.

The 5th year into the government Mzungu showed him a way to make people dependent of the government he introduced money. This was a legal tender provided by the government, one needed to work to earn it as you needed it to access everything from food to healthcare.

Gatimu government took ownership of all lands, the tribes were required to pay an annual fee to keep ownership of their own land. For every coin you earned the tribes were required to pay a certain percentage to the Gatimu government, this was called taxes. The government was made up of cooperation’s and bureaucrat’s taking advantage of people making profits out of their misery.

10th year the tribes were living in poverty as most of the money they made went into paying taxes. The once beautiful jungle disappeared as cities started to rise all over. In the middle of Kwatu, a city was built by Kwatu himself, it became a capital city. Where Gatimu built himself a magnificent palace. filled with ego and the power he went ahead did the unthinkable, sent his newly military men to m******e daughters of Kabugi, they were to make sure none remained no one would live tell their stories of contribution to independence.

He would later rewrite history of how him and the Gatimu warrior men fought and won independence. All coming generations were to be taught this in school. Kwatu introduced all type of retrogressive cultures, he would do all type atrocities against women, women didn’t have an opinion they were shamed and mistreated.

Gatimu brother in bandit’s lands came up with an idea to completely control women it was called FGM it was mutilating the genitals this act would completely get rid of a woman having any s****l desire. Doing this meant a young woman married to man would remain faithful as she didn’t have desire for other men, young girls would never be promiscuous. Women suffered but their cries didn’t remain unheard as a hero would rise to free and avenge them.

10th of January every year was the Anniversary for Kabugi’s m******e, what the Gatimu family didn’t know a young warrior woman managed to escape the m******e together with 9 children who were the daughter’s Kabugi warrior women. The day Gatimu sent his men to attack the Kabugi’s, the young woman carried the children one by one hiding them deep in the mountains.

She sat there behind the mountains listening to the screams of her brothers and sisters as they were being slaughtered. After weeks of hiding deep in the mountains, she went back to the village. She can never forget the horrific images of what she saw that day. With the help of the children she buried the bodies of the fallen heroes.

A few years later a group of villagers who had been displaced during the fight for freedom found her. Together they started a small community, she married off the 9 daughters to the men who came with the villagers. She taught them the ways of her forefathers, worshipping and sacrificing under Mugumo tree.

One day she had a vision, a voice spoke to her “find a woman worth the Kabugi’s name, she must have the rage to avenge and protect women, she will avenge the Kabugi’s blood”.

She consulted with the other elders, they agreed for her leave and visit the city which was the capital city of Kwatu country. She was on a mission to find the one to avenge them, they had agreed after she had found a place to settle down, she would invite some of them to join her.

A FEW DECADEDES LATER …..Kwatu had changed into a modern country...

Just a few kilometers from the capital city there was a small town known as Kimitu it was full of activities, famously known for thoughtless bus drivers and motorbike owners. A hotspot for small business vendors as they loved hawking fruits and clothes on the road sides. It was a little bit out of order, a young woman in her late twenties parked a van by the road side. Stepped out crossed the hectic lanes and entered a superstore nearby. It was quiet as people stood at the electronic section watching breaking news on TV, she stopped to catch up too.

A Male TV Anchor was presenting the news.

“Last night 15 young men were shot dead by the rogue police officer. The tension in the streets remains high as men feel like the boy child is under attack. The government continue to remain silent on the matter, Catch more about this during prime hour news.”

She didn’t give the impression of being shocked or show interest about the news as people started conversing among themselves. She walked away and went straight to the toy section, she hoped to buy a birthday gift for her friend’s daughter.

Before she could take a look at the toys. A popular TV talk show came on air and everyone stopped again to see who the guest was.

The TV show host welcomed the female guest, she was the first female bishop and the captain of women rugby’s team her name was Soni.

TV host started the interview straightaway,

“Long time, how you have been, we know of late you have been involved in some scandals?’’

Everyone at the supermarket was dead silent listening, the young woman spoke out loud “sad how everyone thinks she is a hero”

A woman standing next to her turned around and requested her to keep it on the low.

Soni replied

“I have been well”

The Crowd cheered and clapped,

“Okay first question, do you support this new trend of slay queens and sponsor behavior or are you against it?

The host asked.

Soni took a heavy breath and replied,

“We live in the age of sponsors and slay queens and there is so much negativity surrounding the issue, Women are constantly shamed for wanting more. But have you ever sat down and asked yourself why this women choose this type of lifestyle? We live in a society that encourages women to get married to look acceptable in the eyes of the society. When a young woman gets married to her young boyfriend, from that point forward she ceases to exist she loses her identity. She has to support her new husband dreams and forget trying to chase any dreams she ever had. The modern woman craves for success she wants to make her own money she is curious to know how to be powerful feels like. The young men can't embrace such a woman because they have been taught from a young age women must depend on men financially and they exist to be submissive and satisfy men desires.

The whole slay queen idea is born from men denial to accept that the modern woman, does not want to give up her dreams to support his or stay at home be a housewife. How many men have actually let their women follow their dreams and support them through it? The young man would rather become a fisi (Hyena) crowd laughing.

Young men constantly try to buy women cheap alcohol and drug them for s*x. The young men of this generation they do not want to spend a dime on a women. They have refused to work hard to try build long lasting and respectable relationships with the modern women. Her independence is a threat to him. But all this it’s based on a woman perspective from a man’s point of view both the young man and the sponsor. Women only exist to please them or support them to further their ambitions in life. All I can say to young women being referred to slay queens, your life doesn’t have to revolve around a man. You can achieve your dreams without a man being in the picture”. The crowd cheered and clapped.

The young woman exhaled heavily

“Wow”

People looked at her again, she decided to keep herself busy and buy whatever had brought her there. The show on TV continued as people discussed among themselves. It took her by surprise to realize that most of girls play items only included cooking items and dolls. This made her question the double standards in the society. Wondering why the boys got all the best play items from sports car to jets.

One supermarket attendant noticed, she was struggling to make a selection and walked to where she was and tried to help. She asked why the boys got all the cool stuff, the supermarket attendant responded that the cooking items and dolls helped prepare girls on how to be mother’s when they grow up. She got a bit aggressive wondering why limit little girls dreams to just being mother? The attendant walked away, she took some toys and headed to the door, when the guard requested her to pay she showed off a police badge, the guard had no choice but to step away.

He immediately rushed and called the manager, She walked into the parking lot opened her car boot and took a bottle of gin and poured it on the toys. Took a lighter from her pocket and set the dolls on fire. The manager, guards and a few people came running to where she was, the manager demanded an explanation even calling her a crazy woman. The crowd was growing bigger as some people took out their smart phone and started recording. She addressed the crowd,

“What madness is this putting s*x segregation in children play items? What message are we sending to our little girls that the only place for women in this society is behind closed kitchen doors? Can’t they have dreams too? Or the only thing they can achieve is just being birthing machines for men, it’s high time we denounce this nonsense”.

Some people in the crowd cheered and applauded her for standing up some insulted her saying she was the new breed of feminists and she was demonic for thinking that men and women deserved equal treatment. One man asked her

“Who defends the young men being killed by the rogue police? Are men not important too?”

Before she could say another word a police siren was heard shots fired in the air. Everybody ran for their lives, she was knocked to the ground and handcuffed.

She was arrested and taken into custody at Kimitu police station. It was a few meters from the little town. Locked in a small cell in the station as she waited to be processed, she spent the night on the cold floor.

The following morning a policeman came and took her into the interrogation room. Where she was left as the policeman closed the door behind him. It was a little dark room with poor lighting. A big window on side but one could not see the other side but she was very sure someone was standing there watching.

Two policemen came in one was senior sergeant Mr. Ngonde the other one was a regular police, the one who had arrested her at the scene His name was Mr. Joro, He was holding a file in his hands. Still handcuffed, Sitting on a steel chair, in front of her there was a table and one other chair was opposite her.

Mr. Ngonde was a tall dark man his voice was commanding and scary.

“What’s your real name young lady?”

He echoed

She responded with a soft voice

“What do you mean? You confiscated my government official identity card you should know”

Mr. Joro was an average man not tall not short, he threw the file he was holding on the table and echoed

“The names on those documents are not yours, did you steal someone else identity?”

She mumbled Mr. Joro knocked the table

“Speak up lady”

She responded with a low voice

“My name is Chumo Maasai Are you fabricating stories so you can use them against me? The names on those documents are mine”.

Mr. Ngonde folded his arms

“If you can’t tell me the truth, you should know you will be charged with an identity theft case also the company that owns the dolls you set on fire will be suing you for 30 million in damages”

She responded

“Am sure the dolls I burnt are not worth millions”

Mr. Ngonde walked closer to where she was sitting bent his back he spoke to her while looking straight into her eyes

“Let me update you young lady for the last 24hrs the city has been chaotic. A video of you throwing a feminist rant against the doll company went viral and some crazy people like you decide they go to the streets, breaking into supermarkets and toys store vandalizing properties in your name. I guess you are proud a movement was born.”

Chumo closed her eyes as if everything Mr. Ngonde was saying was hitting a brick wall she mumbled

“Can I get an umbrella men you are raining on my face “

Mr. Ngonde clenched his teeth and held the table with a firm grip as he Chumo was throwing shade at him.

She continued as she raised her voice a bit

“I can’t speak another word without my lawyer.”

Mr. Joro mobile phone rang and he picked the call and went outside the interrogation room, after a few minutes he came back.

Mr. Joro banged the table and with an aggressive voice

“You won’t be needing a lawyer, Jail is your destination, I was on phone with the CID headquarters the one your document claim you work for, and they have denied you. Right now the minister for interior security is heading here, once she arrives we shall see if you will still show that kind of attitude”

The two police left the room after a few minutes they came back. She did not seem to care much about the situation she was in. She sat there quietly and waited. Mr. Ngonde came back with an iPad in his hands placed it on the table. He opened a video and pressed play.

“The more we dig information about you, It keeps getting worse, can you explain why 2 years ago you were seen in this CCTV footage breaking into the agriculture research laboratories? “

Mr. Joro was raising his voice

“What did you steal?”

Getting close to her

“Are you a terrorist? Are you planning to use chemical weapons to attack people?”

She responded softly

“Clearly you are putting words in my mouth.”

Mr. Ngonde was busy walking around the room

“You know what’s funny a few weeks after you broke in that laboratory 6 officials working at the ministry of agriculture died in mysterious ways.”

He started Pounding the table as he said this to her.

She didn’t even move an inch or look scared

“Do you think it’s a coincidence?”

Mr. Joro continued

“Is it possible you had something to do with their deaths?”

“You are an imposter and a terrorist.”

Mr. Ngonde echoed.

Chumo spoke calmly as she saw the situation was escalating

“I need a lawyer if you want me to tell you anything.”

Mr. Ngonde was getting agitated by her carefree attitude. He knocked the table it went flying on the wall. He started talking to Chumo’s, face.

“Do you think you are position to demand for a lawyer, who do you think you are?”

He thundered.

She displayed a tough face and spoke

“How about you take this handcuffs off and I will show you who I am”.

Before Mr. Ngonde could say another word his hand half way in the air ready to slap her. A man came storming through the door. Mr. Joro tried to stop him, He raised his voice

“You woman do know the damaged you have caused? I have made millions in losses because of you.”

Chumo got a bit scared, she sat there with head her down as if there was nothing she could do. The chief inspector came in, calmed the man down and asked him to leave the interrogation room.

Mr. Ngonde with a calm voice folded his arms again,

“That is the tycoon he owns one of the companies producing toys for kids.”

Mr. Joro spoke with a proud voice

“He will make sure you go down for this.”

She didn’t seem to listen to what they were saying. She was deep in thoughts trying to wonder how she got there. The Minister of interior security arrived, she was accompanied by two men dressed in black suit. She wore a dark blue designer pant suit. One could clearly see she was a woman who took time to dress up, in her hand she was holding a fancy walking stick not because she had a problem walking. It was actually a sophisticated weapon thou it was a rumor no one had confirmed if it was true. She was in her early forties, she ordered her bodyguard. To pick up the table and place it properly to where she was sitting.

The minister sat opposite her, in a commanding voice she greeted Chumo

“Hello Chumo”

She looked up she responded in a soft voice

“Mrs. Makeri iron…”

The minister interrupted her before she could finish,

“Don’t even dare am not in the mood for your silly games”

Chumo leaned on the chair and faced the minister

“You took long enough”

The two policemen were shocked that minister seemed to know Chumo very well. The minister immediately dismissed them. Mr. Ngendo and Mr. Joro left the room, her bodyguard were left standing at the door.

“Am sorry about my meltdown” she said

The minister name was Miss Makeri the iron lady she had been nick named because she was tough with her male counterparts.

Miss Makeri said to her in a low voice.

“You have disappointed me, am just worried you can’t handle the consequences of your actions, you have exposed yourself those policemen know your secret”.

She ordered her bodyguard to leave the interrogation room. Chumo reached out for her hand, she met her half way, with an emotional voice Miss Makeri asked her.

“Why would you risk everything over a feminist rant?”

She faced down tears gently falling from her eyes. The Minister tightened her grip on Chumo hand and tried to comfort her.

Miss Makeri was the closest thing she had to call family. Her friends would not even dare come close to her at that moment if she had any. Don’t even ask about her real family, to them they wished Chumo was never born in the first place.

SIX MONTHS LATER…