: It appeared absolute that Nandi was struggling to undergo this tremendous "mission".
She had gone into labour around sun set, and sun rise was slowly appearing above the greenish mounds north of the Elengani encampment. Her face was flushed a bright red colour, her eyes fighting to remain constantly open.
"Come on Nandi, you must have this baby for the good of your people"
Nandi although half uncouncious knew very well that the elder was correct in what he announced. If Nandi had this baby, then Senzangakhona would (by protocol) have to acknowledge this new born child as the rightful heir to the Ama-Zulu kingship.
But Nandi knew this already. What really caused fear in her, was the mere thought of her and her baby not living through this tremendous agonising accurance.
"One final push should do it Nandi" declared the elder.
Nandi, tired and worn out, prayed to the gods of her ancestors to help her. And with a breath of determination, Nandi pushed the life force out of her womb, and into the African sunlight.
But suddenly, with three meagre words, Nandi invisioned the beginings of an Empire bent upon conquest.
"It's a boy"...............
To Be Continued.