The night was warm. much too warm in fact. The ground was dry, trees unfruitful. The dust twirled around in screaming sprials the gentle breeze cackled to themselves in hoarse voices. The almost non-existing wind caressed the landscape with a motherly love. The semi-desert savannah was bleak and full of bubbling humidity. Out of the gathering gloom she stood there.
Alone.
Her black mass unrecognizable in the gathering gloom. Stood beside her was a girl. she was young and gentle. Her name was Jojo otillia.
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Jojo otillia had been born in Zimbabwe. Her mum and dad were English but had moved to Africa before Jojo was born. That was the only thing she knew about her past life. The rest was a mystery to her. She lived with her grandmother who was a local sagnoma (a traditional healer)
Her grandmother was a jolly woman and loved Jojo very much.
When Jojo was found abandoned in the savanah she was wearing an ivory carved braclet it was so exquisite and beautiful some of the local tribe people said it was a blessing from the Zulu gods. A form of protection and control. That's why no animals had attacked her and taken her life. At least that's what the chief tribes men said. Jojo wasn't so sure. But she always wore it. Just in case.
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