Once upon a time in the land of Mambotele, there lived two little twin boys. The boys’ parents had passed on thirteen years after their birth due to the Great War of Fujo. It was a war that took place during the year of locusts. During that time, the neighboring king Miraba Minne, of Usiniletee Kingdom, ordered his soldiers to flood the Mambotele Kingdom like the Great River Mafuriko. Miraba Minne took control of all the territories of Mambotele, decimated many inhabitants and carried others as slaves including king Kisirani.
Prior to this war, the kingdom of Mambotele had flourished during Kisirani’s father –Tulivu. However, Tulivu’s serenity and tranquility was punctuated by sporadic intimidations and attacks from the king of Usinilatee.
Things started getting out of hand during the reign of his son Kisirani.
The ever-reliable rains became as unreliable as a politician.
The dark clouds, which used to form at the end of each day, folded away like political parties.
Drought sneaked like highway men.
Famine came in plenty like political propaganda.
Poverty sat pretty like political rhetoric.
Locust moved in from the West and devoured every green plant like the devil ethnocentricim.
People believed that it was punishment from the gods for Kisirani’s arrogance towards the oracles given by the prophetess Mjuaji.
As the days went on, people fambled and became famished. They resolved to seek the counsel of a prophetess who was a distant cousin to Kisirani. Since the problems of Mambotele had swung from being prodromal to pronounced, Mjuaji pronounced that there must be a great sacrifice to pacify the gods. This was followed by an oracle declaring that the gods, specifically the god of fertility, Mzae, was angry and needed human sacrifice. The only acceptable sacrifice was to come from the loins of a fierce enemy of Mambotele. At this revelation, Kisirani turned pale and horror was written allover his wrinkled face. His dark complexion changed like the colours of a chameleon. Apprehension and bereavement grew thick within the populace. They were annoyed with his arrogance and poor leadership style. Kisirani was now supposed to act swiftly and bring relief to the suffering Mamboteleans. How would he act against the powerful enemy of Usiniletee kingdom?
The two boys, Moja One and Mbili Pili, heard about this troubling oracle form Mzae. They therefore thought of ways of circumventing this problem without necessarily creating another problem.
Moja One said to Mbili Pili, “Mbili Pili, I think we can help the King and our people. We can do it behind the scenes. I have an idea.”
“What idea brother?” Asked Mbili Pili. “Perhaps gods have revealed to you a nobler idea than sacrificing our biggest enemy; the king of Usiniletee.”
The two boys would engage in a discussion exploring various ways of solving this riddle posed by the oracle.
Finally Moja One said, “I am going to lock myself in the house for three days. I will make a giant bow, and awesome arrows. I will sharpen those arrows and make them as lethal as the teeth the great serpent of River Nyoka.” He continued, “Then I will let you know the next step.”
“That is a fantastic Moja One! I will be waiting to see where this fantasy will fly you.” said Mbili Pili.
“Mbili Pili! We are remaining with only two kilograms of sorghum,” Moja One went on, “I will not be eating for the three days. But you will have to eat, for the next assignment will be yours. The grand assignment will be carried out by you!”
Meanwhile, spies of King Usiniletee crossed the Mambotele border and overheard what the Oracle had demanded. They rode fast to Usiniletee and informed their king, Miraba Minne, of the Kisirani’s dilemma.
“Long live King Miraba Minne!” They greeted him. “In the land of famine, fumbling and fantasy, the country of Mambotele, an oracle has been given: That you will be a sacrifice to their fertility god, Mzae.”
“What!” retorted king Miraba Minne. “Summon for me all the nobles and rulers of all the provinces of my kingdom. Make sure all the commanders are here by tomorrow.” He continued, “Let them travel at night. Let them move faster than the evil spirits of the underworld.”
The nobles, lords, commanders and all rulers of provinces gathered at the King Miraba Minne’s palace. Bulls and rams were slaughtered in plenty at the order of the king. Then at noon, the King motioned to address them,
“Great men and rulers of Usiniletee! I have summoned you here for one purpose. I want you to get ready for a devastating war. We are going to do battle with that low-life king of Mambotele…..”
The king of Usiniletee continued to address his great men and lay bare a plan of an attack. He gave marching orders to the commanders of footmen and cavalries.
Mambotele kingdom was to be attacked the following day. It was supposed to be an ambush. Kisirani was to be captured alive and brought to the capital city of Usinilatee – Usinijaribu.
As this was happening famine continued to ravage and reduce the people of Mambotele. Kisirani had called all the wise people in his kingdom to offer their advice. They all told him to respect the oracle. The king thought of making an enemy of one of his people, peradventure he could escape a confrontation with the legitimate enemy – Miraba Minne. But his advisors were against the opinion. The king was toying with the idea of making an enemy out of his servant Mwerevu, who used to beat him in the game of chess. Mwerevu was one of the smartest servants. His wits had gotten into his head and could not control the urge of humiliating his king by beating him in in-house games. This behaviour irked the king though he kept it to himself.
One courageous Wiseman, by the name Peupe, who had journeyed from the farthest part of the kingdom – Mashariki, stood up and addressed the king, “Long live King Kisirani, Son of the Great King of our Land, Tulivu!”
“I wish to say this to My King, You are the enemy of yourself. You are the greatest enemy to yourself. How about sacrificing yourself to appease the gods and stop Miraba Minne from attacking us? Because we know that Miraba Minne will not lay his finger on this great kingdom once he learn that the gods have drunk your blood and you are a prince in the underworld.”
This one infuriated the king and he gave an order that the Peupe be put in the dungeon awaiting his fate. Peupe was to be tied feet and arms and then thrown into a pit full of safari ants.
On the other hand Moja One had locked himself in the house and was busy making his giant bow and arrows as he had vowed. His brother Mbili Pili was in the field every day, gathering locusts. Locusts formed a substitute culinary as most animals belonging to the inhabitants of the land had died. Only the King Kisirani had a few cattle and pigeons left.
Miraba Minne invades Mambotele
In this land, every minute counted. Minutes had become hours and hours had turned into days. King Miraba Minne did not slow down his plans. He put his worriors in array and ordered them to match to Mambotele. He gave new orders, that non-combatants be spared. It appears that King Miraba Minne’s aim was not just to hit at his enemy King Kisirani but also to conquer the whole land of Mambotele and bring it under subjugation.
There were two great rivers to be crossed before one could reach Mambotele. There were also three great ridges separating the two kingdoms. This meant that Miraba Minne’s worriors had a pretty hard row to hoe. Any mishap would have triggered Kisirani’s senses and make it hard for Miraba Minne to win.
Sit back and ask hard questions
The above story is purely work of fiction. It is incomplete, the same way our life stories are incomplete. Sometimes our lives are like this story: Convoluted and gloomy. We are given opportunities to get it better but most of the time we falter. Our minds and hearts cannot agree. Our hearts are darkened. Our minds are full of stinking garbage. The social environment is unhelpful. The spiritual surrounding is offering misguided options.
Where can we find direction to our lives and not derision to our lives?
Where can we find our compass?
Where is our radar?
Have we lost our spiritual and moral compass as a society?
Is our social fabric tattered?
Are we socially naked! Are we politically vulnerable?
Are we economically exposed?
These are solid questions we sometimes need to answer. We can always find our way out of any political, social, spiritual and economic conundrum. Are we seeking this in the right places?
There are no easy answers to hard questions. There are no simple solutions to complex problems.
It starts with you and me. The kingdoms within must cease cessation and submit to His Kingdom. Hostilities should submit to holiness. Strife should crumble before Still. Anxiety should answer to angels of The Kingdom.
This story has been discontinued because The Kingdoms Within must cease to exist in favour of His Kingdom.