Mteule: Yes I Am The Chosen One

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The sun was setting. Animals were making sounds of retreat to there abodes. The Savannah land was offering it's soul to the night.

Far away, in the Mystic Caves, the bonfire was alight. The hills led to an other world. A world concealed from any outer disturbances. The caves led to a more wider plains with small huts and houses scattered around. A hut and some small structures adored a small hill inside the cave. Tribesmen and tribeswomen were circling around it, some filled with hope, some with anticipation and some with silence.

Mfalme, the chief of the tribe, Wengine, was sitting on a log outside his hut on the topmost hill. Other officials of the tribe were around him.

Suddenly everyone got up. Mfalme followed suite, not knowing who had arrived.

Hekima Moja, the tribe's most respected shaman and fortune teller, had arrived. He was walking with his walking stick that had various talismans and things attached to it that chimed with every step.

"Hekima." Mfalme said.

"Strange occasion, Mfalme, strange occasion. I've never experienced something like this." He said, looking down and shaking his head from side to side.

One of the persons present there brought a log for Hekima.

"What is it?" Mfalme asked, sitting with him.

Hekima looked around as if making sure that no one heard them. Then he leaned in to whisper in the chief's ear.

"This moment, Mfalme, is not the one we've been expecting. The stars have withdrew their will to control this moment. They leave it to the higher powers. This has not happened ever. I'm worried about it." He said.

Mfalme looked at him with a calm expression. No one could tell what was going in his mind

Another shadow emerged from the foot of the hill.

Nguvu, chief's elder brother had arrived. A man with a massive build and olive skin, he was one that no one dared to argue. Mfalme stood up. His towering frame and muscular build was the only shape there that seemed comparable with Nguvu.

"Mflame. At last the moment comes." He said with a heavy voice, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Thank you for gracing this occasion with your presence, brother." He answered.

Again everyone seated. By now, the people were singing glory songs and dancing around the bonfire that rose to great heights.

A shriek.

The chief's wife, Kila Mama, went into labour. Everyone were shaken. The female servants appeared from a nearby hut and rushed in. The mid wife was present with the chief's wife from the dawn.

Mfalme got up to come in but one if the servant humbly requested him to stay outside.

Her screams grew louder and louder. It became unbearable for Mfalme at one point and he went down the hill, towards the bonfire.

People down there seems to know what had happened as they had stopped dancing. The tribeswomen were now singing a monotonous note.

Mfalme bent on his knees and was praying to his Gods.

A hand caressed his shoulder. Hakima Mojo had arrived to his side.

"Mfalme." He whispered silently.

He immediately knew the child had arrived. He quickly rushed to the hill again and threw the bamboo shutters of his hut.

His wife was lying unconscious with some blood and liquid spattered on the sheets. The mid wife was cooing a child. The servants, though looked pale and were standing in a corner with their heads bowed. The mid wife placed the child in a sheet and backed away.

Mfalme quietly walked to the child. He was exhilarating with happiness. He bent down, his face inches from the baby's.

The baby had beautiful olive skin and black hair. It's eyes were closed.

He gently took it's little hand and was about to place a gentle kiss on it when the mid wife spoke

"It's a girl." She said, coldly.

Mfalme stopped the same moment.

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A/N:

The bold letter's meaning and pronunciations can be found in the previous chapter.

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