NubianMercenary
Warlord
NOTE: This is a story I decided to write about historys' most brilliant, black, militaristic leader: Shaka Zulu, leader of the Zulu nation from 1816-1828 and founder of the Great Zulu Empire.
Enjoy!
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Intro: "Centuries passed, as the tales of fallen heroes were brought to the Bantu by the wind.
Yet only one tale was told with a hint of fear, the tale of a boy who became a warrior, before he became a man, his name was Shaka Zulu".
This is his story...................
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Chapter One: The Meeting
1786 AD
The acapella harmony of a group of Zulu hunters' echoed throughout the Mkuzi Forest, they had just hunted a leopard of good size and were now making thier usual route back to the Zulu royal Kraal: "Ama-Zulu" .
Crossing over a small stream, one of the hunters - a muscular man with huge haunches - signaled to the rest of the group to hault.
"Look down there" - he slowly raised his arm and pointed towards a small group of ladies gathering water to carry back to thier vilage.
"Diwayo, take the men back to the royal Kraal"
"Prince Senzangakona, I advise you not to talk to these girls, it is very risky"
Senzangakona grinned. "That is half the fun of it Diwayo, now go".
"Yebo Baba, as you wish prince" - Diwayo gave a quick bow before waving to the other hunters to follow him.
As they went off ahead, Senzangakona made his way down the stream, carefully closing in on the ladies below.
"Look Nandi, there is prince Senzangakona of the Zulu coming towards us"
"I know" replied Nandi
"Now is your chance to finally meet him Nandi"
"I know" - Nandi gave a devilish grin - "Take the girls back to the village, tell my father that I wanted to stay behind and fetch more water"
The girl smiled back and nodded in response, filling the last of the clay jars with fresh water, her and the rest of the girls made their way back to thier village. Leaving Nandi alone to meet Senzangakona.
"Who is there?" - Nandi teased her intruder.
"You know who I am, Nandi" Senzangakona replied with a humurous tone.
"No I dont" - Nandi played along
"I saw you from the bushes, your eyes told me you loved me" - Senzangakona pointed towards Nandis' eyes.
Nandi blushed.
Senzangakona moved closer and closer until he was but less then a breath away from Nandi.......
Little did they know, that this fateful "meeting" would change the course of South African history for ever.
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Chapter Two: The Birth that changed Zulu history
1787 AD
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"...............
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Chapter Three: Seeds Of Anger
1799 AD Twelve Years Later
The chirping of Swallows and the roaring of Lions echoed throughout the land.
It was morning.
"Mother?" - Shaka, now aged 12, was a slim and rather danty boy for his age. He however was very tall compared to the rest of his "comrades".
"Why doesnt my Father acknowledge me as his son?" Shaka knew that ever since he was born, Senzangakhona his so called father never really gave Nandi the respect she deserved. And deep down he was beginning to hate his father as the years passed ever so slowly.
"It's because he is afraid of you" Nandi knew this was as honest a answer he was going to get. Ever since she gave birth to Shaka all those years ago, Sengzangakhona had neglected his right as a father. Hardly even looking at her when she would put on her most flambouyant isidwaba' or adorn herself in the most stunning ubuhlalu that the kingdom had to offer. Nandi understood why, she just didnt want to admit the truth to herself.
"Afraid of me?" - Shaka, although usually quick whitted, did not understand why his father: the "great" Senzangakhona would be afriad of him.
"Dont worry son, in later years you will begin to understand, now quickly go, you are late for your training" Nandi gave Shaka a little nudge and tied his club to his waist band before he sprinted off for the long day ahead.
The african sun conveyed its powerful arms over the kingdom, it was midday, and Shaka was late for training.
"Late again are we?" - Philani, the chief instructor of the royal "school" stood an impressive 6'1. A whole head taller than Shaka.
"You know, your lateness is beginning to annoy me Shaka" - Philani pointed directly at Shaka then back at himself, making himself appear even more intimidating.
Shaka simply grinned slyly and said "I am the son of the king, I come and go where I want and when I want to"
Whispers began to be exchanged as the rest of the "class" awed at Shakas' response.
"Thats it!" - Philani picked up a short yet thick stick laying under a small pile of dirt next to his feet.
"I warned you before Shaka, to respect your elders, now you must learn the hard way"
Shaka knew that if he didnt do something, Philani would indeed beat him severely. Shaka at first was afraid, then suddenly a feeling of anger and a wanting to survive overwhelmed him.
Slowly, very slowly. Shaka untied his club from his waist band and gripped it tighter and tighter, then with a look of determination, pounced onto Philani.........
I will update sooner or later. I hope you all have enjoyed the story so far.
Replies would be most welcomed.
NubianMercenary
Enjoy!
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Intro: "Centuries passed, as the tales of fallen heroes were brought to the Bantu by the wind.
Yet only one tale was told with a hint of fear, the tale of a boy who became a warrior, before he became a man, his name was Shaka Zulu".
This is his story...................
.............................................................................................................................................
Chapter One: The Meeting
1786 AD
The acapella harmony of a group of Zulu hunters' echoed throughout the Mkuzi Forest, they had just hunted a leopard of good size and were now making thier usual route back to the Zulu royal Kraal: "Ama-Zulu" .
Crossing over a small stream, one of the hunters - a muscular man with huge haunches - signaled to the rest of the group to hault.
"Look down there" - he slowly raised his arm and pointed towards a small group of ladies gathering water to carry back to thier vilage.
"Diwayo, take the men back to the royal Kraal"
"Prince Senzangakona, I advise you not to talk to these girls, it is very risky"
Senzangakona grinned. "That is half the fun of it Diwayo, now go".
"Yebo Baba, as you wish prince" - Diwayo gave a quick bow before waving to the other hunters to follow him.
As they went off ahead, Senzangakona made his way down the stream, carefully closing in on the ladies below.
"Look Nandi, there is prince Senzangakona of the Zulu coming towards us"
"I know" replied Nandi
"Now is your chance to finally meet him Nandi"
"I know" - Nandi gave a devilish grin - "Take the girls back to the village, tell my father that I wanted to stay behind and fetch more water"
The girl smiled back and nodded in response, filling the last of the clay jars with fresh water, her and the rest of the girls made their way back to thier village. Leaving Nandi alone to meet Senzangakona.
"Who is there?" - Nandi teased her intruder.
"You know who I am, Nandi" Senzangakona replied with a humurous tone.
"No I dont" - Nandi played along
"I saw you from the bushes, your eyes told me you loved me" - Senzangakona pointed towards Nandis' eyes.
Nandi blushed.
Senzangakona moved closer and closer until he was but less then a breath away from Nandi.......
Little did they know, that this fateful "meeting" would change the course of South African history for ever.
........................................................................................................
Chapter Two: The Birth that changed Zulu history
1787 AD
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"...............
........................................................................................................
Chapter Three: Seeds Of Anger
1799 AD Twelve Years Later
The chirping of Swallows and the roaring of Lions echoed throughout the land.
It was morning.
"Mother?" - Shaka, now aged 12, was a slim and rather danty boy for his age. He however was very tall compared to the rest of his "comrades".
"Why doesnt my Father acknowledge me as his son?" Shaka knew that ever since he was born, Senzangakhona his so called father never really gave Nandi the respect she deserved. And deep down he was beginning to hate his father as the years passed ever so slowly.
"It's because he is afraid of you" Nandi knew this was as honest a answer he was going to get. Ever since she gave birth to Shaka all those years ago, Sengzangakhona had neglected his right as a father. Hardly even looking at her when she would put on her most flambouyant isidwaba' or adorn herself in the most stunning ubuhlalu that the kingdom had to offer. Nandi understood why, she just didnt want to admit the truth to herself.
"Afraid of me?" - Shaka, although usually quick whitted, did not understand why his father: the "great" Senzangakhona would be afriad of him.
"Dont worry son, in later years you will begin to understand, now quickly go, you are late for your training" Nandi gave Shaka a little nudge and tied his club to his waist band before he sprinted off for the long day ahead.
The african sun conveyed its powerful arms over the kingdom, it was midday, and Shaka was late for training.
"Late again are we?" - Philani, the chief instructor of the royal "school" stood an impressive 6'1. A whole head taller than Shaka.
"You know, your lateness is beginning to annoy me Shaka" - Philani pointed directly at Shaka then back at himself, making himself appear even more intimidating.
Shaka simply grinned slyly and said "I am the son of the king, I come and go where I want and when I want to"
Whispers began to be exchanged as the rest of the "class" awed at Shakas' response.
"Thats it!" - Philani picked up a short yet thick stick laying under a small pile of dirt next to his feet.
"I warned you before Shaka, to respect your elders, now you must learn the hard way"
Shaka knew that if he didnt do something, Philani would indeed beat him severely. Shaka at first was afraid, then suddenly a feeling of anger and a wanting to survive overwhelmed him.
Slowly, very slowly. Shaka untied his club from his waist band and gripped it tighter and tighter, then with a look of determination, pounced onto Philani.........
I will update sooner or later. I hope you all have enjoyed the story so far.
Replies would be most welcomed.
NubianMercenary