Chapter 1.1

By this time, Murai was on his feet, while his friends listened attentively to him. 

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him.

 Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears.

“Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and prayed for your strength before I fought the leopard. My defeat against the leopard remains a mystery to the people of my clan. I tell you, many would have died if I had not killed it. Because of this glorious victory, I was honoured by my clansmen with the title of the Fifth Chief of the Guchi clan. I have no interest in such honour. This is why you are called Murai – the power of the gods. I use the sword like a tool I mastered from birth. I taught you the several ways you can use it, and you have mastered the ways of the sword with ease. 

“Therefore, I beseech you to hearken to my words. For you are but youth and need to be coached. The gods know that it is my greatest desire to build the foundations of your life and see you become great. You are like a brick that must break into other parts to form a strong foundation for my name. Pay attention to my words. Allow wisdom to flow into you without obstruction. 

”I will explain to you about the envoys that arrived here from the nation of Suramy two weeks ago. I had felt reluctant to talk to you because it wasn’t the right time to reveal certain things to you. I needed to commune with you at the right time. Now, my last days are near. Several times, I said to you, ‘tremble not when you see me die’. Death comes like rain – unpredictable. One day, you’ll grow to be a man. I foresee our gods using you to wipe out our foes. I give glory to Zoe, our god, for showing me all these in my dreams. Murai, fear neither man nor beast. I see greatness in you, and in greatness, will you die. I urge you to take it. Carry it along with you till the end comes. Muzagah is your Motherland, and I foresee it will be no more. I’ll tell you more about the men who entered into our kingdom.

“Those men were from the Empire of Suramy. This Kingdom has stretched its influence into the South, East, and Northern parts of this continent. It has taken the hillsides of our territory. Now so that you will understand how we came under their control, let me tell you this:

“I was told by my grandparents that we originated from the descendants of Muzugah, who was the youngest amongst five brothers who came from above to earth, to replenish it with humans in the African continent. They have now become mythical ancestors to both the Suramites and the Acharians. I only know that we were part of the great kingdom of Achar many years ago. We seceded from the great kingdom of Achar and settled here on this hilly region. This secession as I learned sprang up from ethnic discrepancies among the three major tribes that comprised the Acharians. We, the Muzagahites who were the minority tribe were marginalized by the Acharians who controlled the dynasty of the kingdom of Achar. Then, there came a revolutionist amongst us. He instigated our tribal people against the ruling government. During the tribal war, Humazi, a strong leader of the Muzagahite tribe, led us into battle and we fought against the Acharians. Though we could not defeat them, we agitated for secession and succeeded.  Then we migrated to these hilly regions. After the secession, we became united in the brotherhood of trust, of honesty, and sound administration. For decades, we lived in peace. Change which is constant moved us slowly from the place of peace to the war front. 

“We fought wars with the Hugarians, the Adothese, the Egolites, and other small neighbouring kingdoms. We won all our battles as I led our strong force to the war front. I do not claim that we are undefeatable; for we have not been attacked by great forces like those of the Suramites, or the radical infamous marauders – The Zaliphates or Da Morones. I dreamt of changing our Motherland to an Empire. I dreamt of enlarging our territories by victories. In life, you cannot tell what tomorrow brings.

“Some years ago, Muzagah was besieged by the armies of the Suramites. King Helal, our first king, pleaded with the Emperor to allow him rule his kingdom but pledged to pay taxes to the treasury of Suramy. The Emperor conceded to this term of the agreement and we became a vassal kingdom which is subject to the imperial authority of the Empire.

“Oh! Zoe! We failed to heed to his warnings. After the Suramy soldiers besieged this land; pitting their army againstt ours, by a truce, we accepted defeat and agreed passively to their terms. Briah, the priest of Zoe had to inquire from the gods why such a thing could befall us; because the Suramites carried our treasures away, leaving us with only lands to till, and nothing to trade with other kingdoms. They carried most of our young men and conscripted them into their army. As a result, our priest made his findings, and the gods gave him answers. Later, Briah, the priest, assembled the king, chiefs and elders of all the clans together for a meeting. The root of the case came to light. He disclosed to us that we were punished by the gods. Lots were cast. Umai, the chief of Ucha clan, fell down while standingalongside four elders of whom the lot fell upon. He died slowly after he had confessed his sins to us. You may wonder what sinful deed that could not calm our gods. It was terrible. Really terrible! What Umai did was a taboo. A punishment worse than death would have served him better. 

“This is what happened: Habeb, the prince of the Empire of Suramy murdered his elder brother, Kabai to cement his chances of becoming the next Emperor of Suramy. The sin of murdering his blood brother was evil. Moguzule, the god of the Suramites sees all the evil deeds of men and spares no fellow – be it a king, an emperor, or a prince. We heard that the prince was inflicted with an acute illness, and what was demanded by the gods for his cleansing was a sacrifice of the most beautiful black woman in our continent. The priests of Mogozule believed that only such a sacrifice would cure the handsome prince. Emperor Zule took his name from Moguzule so that both were thought to be like father and son. For this reason, the prince’s punishment was less severe. This prince killed an innocent man who had a royal bloodline. Kabai was the true firstborn child.