Fulani
The next morning came and as usual another fuking knock from the gaurds "what the fuck do you want!?" I couldnt believe they woke me up so early it was 0nly 6am. " your highness a woman is out side in search of her missing workers?" Malaika jumped and started panting, meshek calmed her."banish her from this street and tell her a lion does not turn around when a mongrel barks" he did as I told him and I could hear her say "im calling the Police! You kidnapped my workers!" I called in the maids to pack our things and told the gaurds to load our things. In less than 30 minutes we were ready to go. After we showered and got dressed and headed out for the car the gaurd told me police were outside I went out and talked to them and told them they left after about an hour after while we were talking they headed out the back door with two gaurds to a get away taxi car car on the other street after a good 20 minutes of searching the mansion we were clear to leave. We met up with Aliko and Malaika at the airport, they didnt have papers on them so we decided to drive in a decked out Yellow hummer the ride wasnt bad since we had a large tv to watch movies and new company. We stopped a couple times to bath at secluded springs and eat when we got to burkina Faso we stayed at the presidential palace and enjoyed some egusi soup and fofo. We got to meet the president and his children who where quite stuck up I would say. The next morning we continued our trip back home after about 5hours we were back at the palace our father wasnt Home but our mom was. We walk in and showed Malaika and Aliko around. Malaika was crying in disbelief that they were out of the horrible life that they got trapped into." Did I not teach you two more manners! Ajai, Fulani who are your guest? My apologies mom these are our friends Aliko and Malaika. They greeted her and gave a slight bow our mom told them to make there selves at home soon after she left to her own room in the palace. she made dad build it for her because she threatened to leave him again. If there is one woman who knows how to use fulani costums to her advantage its mom. We headed to the guest house where I always went to get away from the constant eyes of the palace.
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African king
Romancea story about a king from the Fulani tribe that is confused with sexuality, but has only a small window to explore in his world of homophobic north west Africa.