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2024-10-29 19:42:56After killing the mermaids of the Sungano (unity) River, Brahmuhn journeyed far into hostile lands, battling lurid and monstrous beasts and ruthless witches, plundering their treasures, but Brahmuhn, not really concerned about gold and material food for the flesh, threw them into the rivers or just dropped them along the path. He set free those wrongly imprisoned in dungeons for no reason…’
Crowd of children: ‘And then what did he do?’‘And then…after a grueling seven day journey on foot, Brahmuhn stumbled upon a deserted cave…or so he thought…’Crowd of children: ‘What was in it?’‘The cave descended for another two miles and in the deepest part of the cave was the Great Nyame-Nyame…’ (The Great Legendary Serpent of Zimbabwe that is believed to have its dwelling in the Kariba dam).There was a loud gasp from the children.‘As soon as his foot touched the grou
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Mighty Brahmuhn 16. 'We Are Gods!'
The rest of the team began rushing to his aid.Mandebvu sunk his teeth into Mamba’s throat before running off into another part of the bushes.Brahmuhn knelt beside Mamba. His throat was grossly wounded. Mamba only breathed twice before his eyes closed.In anger, Hippo pursued the lion, hurling his stones at him.‘My chief!’ Tortoise called out to Brahmuhn from behind the bush that Mandebvu had leapt from.Brahmuhn was broken. ‘What is it?’‘I have found the child.’‘Is she alright?’‘She lost a leg but she will live.’Brahmuhn clenched his fists in fury then he stood up. Cheetah had been kneeling beside him and also equally horrified by Mamba’s death. ‘Tortoise…’‘Yes, my chief?’‘Watch over the girl. Cheetah and I will kill Mandebvu.’ Brahmuhn and Cheetah sped in the direction Mandebvu and Hippo had headed.
Mighty Brahmuhn 17. Dark Clouds
It had all happened so fast. Brahmuhn now stood above Mandebvu, his faithful knobkerrie in his hand, hanging by his side. Shumba was beginning to regain consciousness.Cheetah slowly walked towards Brahmuhn with leaves pressed tightly on his wounded shoulder trying to limit blood loss from it. ‘You have done it, my chief. The menace is dead.’Brahmuhn’s face melted in relief. He said, ‘My people can now be at peace.’‘Never before have I seen such displays of power, my chief. You are indeed the helm of greatness.’‘And that shall be his title.’ Shumba said standing up.‘What do you mean?’ Cheetah asked him.‘That shall be our chief’s title; “Brahmuhn…His Greatness”.’As they walked back to the village, they wore faces of gloom. They had sown big banana leaves together and laid Hippo and Mamba in them and were now dragging the corpses into
Mighty Brahmuhn 18. Whispers
‘When, your greatness?’ Shiri asked him sounding desperate.‘When I am done grieving, Shiri. When the Vadhindi, the soldiers and my people are done grieving.’‘But even grief is meant to be temporary, my chief,’ Dombo tried to reason with him. ‘The Ndebele could attack us whilst we are still “grieving”. ’‘Dombo is right, Your Greatness,’ Gumbo said, ‘if the Ndebele find us in such a vulnerable state, I’m quite sure they won’t wait for us to finish grieving.’‘So what do you suggest?’Dombo cleared his throat pretentiously, ‘I suggest we mobilize the army fast and strike them hard and scatter the dogs into hiding.’‘Is that a unanimous suggestion?’ Brahmuhn asked eyeing Gumbo and Shiri.The two nodded simultaneously.He grabbed his knobkerrie from beside his throne and stood up. ‘I’ll have to think abo
Mighty Brahmuhn 19. The Ndebele
Brahmuhn had gathered the Elders in his throne room once again.‘Your Greatness, you summoned us?’ Dombo asked.‘I have decided that it is best to attack the Ndebele.’The three Elders looked surprised. ‘Really, Your Greatness?’‘Yes, Dombo, and I’m sure it’s best we all put our grief aside and focus on the enemy at hand.’Gumbo cleared his throat, ‘But why have you decided to accept our advice, Your Greatness because with all due respect- you’ve never “needed” it in the past?’He sighed sharply, ‘Well…that’s because in all these years you have been advising me this is the only good advice you have ever come up with.’The three all looked insulted but had to disguise their feelings.‘The rest of the advice you have ever given me was just folklore and donkey dung.’ He grabbed his knobkerrie, got up and left.&lsq
Mighty Brahmuhn 20. Preparations for War
Brahmuhn was sitting on his throne, all alone in the room. Besides the grief for his father, Chief Kindi and his two comrades, Mamba and Hippo, he was also meditative of the impending war which would take place the next day. The third Elder, Shiri, came in walking in hurried paces. ‘What is it now, Shiri?’‘My Chief, it is very urgent…’‘You know very well that you cannot consult me in the absence of the first or second Elder.’ Brahmuhn sounded very irritated. He had grown weary of the Elders. He had always watched them as a child when they provided his father with “advice” and never really saw their importance and therefore never grew to tolerate them. He began to see their services as irrelevant to the chiefdom.‘Forgive me, my Chief but I have to tell you this.’He sat up straight. ‘Then out with it.’He knelt at his feet. He was breathing heavily in anxiety and he was ne
Mighty Brahmuhn 21. The Great War (Part I)
He suddenly woke up with a start. He was sweaty all over. He realized that it was just a dream but this same dream had reminded him of his vow. His promise that he would not see death until he had killed Chief Mbada.*The anticipated day had come. At Brahmuhn’s side were Cheetah, Tortoise and Shumba and behind them were a thousand Chaponda soldiers clutching their spears and daggers wearing faces of courage and fearlessness. They were all standing on a small mountain and below them, across a small shallow river was the Ndebele army. In number, they were three times that of the Chaponda army. Brahmuhn turned to his soldiers. ‘Men! The time has come to test the limits of our power! The time has come for us to victor over our triumph and triumph over the victory!’The men roared loud in great courageousness.‘The time has come to end it all! After today, not a single Ndebele fool shall corrupt our ears with their funny clicks
Mighty Brahmuhn 22. The Great War (Part II)
The sun was slowly setting and as if by some miracle, the Ndebele began to retreat. A great yell sprung from the Shona warriors as they pursued the Ndebele far into their villages.Realizing that the Ndebele were retreating too far into their treacherous hills, the Shona stopped in their tracks and began raiding their villages. Some of the Ndebele soldiers stopped from a far distance and watched powerlessly as their wives and children were ravaged, forcefully dragged from their huts screaming, kicking and wailing for mercy.Brahmuhn looked on as the civilians were brutalized and captured. But this was normal… this was rational… this was war. He sat himself by the entrance of a hut and wrapped his arms around his knees as he watched his warriors pillage and plunder. The scene of soldiers beating, raping and killing innocent civilians had disgusted him on his first day on the field, so much that he had stopped his soldiers and freed the poor commoners. Wh
Mighty Brahmuhn 23. Law
When he got into his sleeping hut, Brahmuhn placed her on the ground. As soon as her buttocks touched the floor she quickly crawled to the far end of the hut. She eyed him maliciously, her back against the wall and her arms drawn protectively across her shoulders. ‘Tomorrow you start working,’ he told her then turned around to leave.‘You’re making a big mistake.’He paused and turned around to face her. ‘Excuse me?’‘I may not be that well informed of your ways but I do know that keeping a Ndebele inside your house is unacceptable. To sleep in the same hut…’ her eyes moved everywhere inside the hut, ‘…and I can tell that this is where you sleep; the royal hut.’‘So you are well informed of our ways.’ He walked over to her and squatted in front of her which encouraged her to cringe her back into the wall. It looked more like it was out of disgust than fear. &ls
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44. New Beginnings
As soon as the Ndebele had driven off the Matanda warriors, they returned singing loudly in their tongue.The remaining Matanda villagers cowered in fear when they saw the Ndebele approach.‘Do no harm to them,’ Brahmuhn told the Ndebele warriors. ‘These…these are my people.’ He fell onto the ground.‘Tawana!’ Tsitsi raised his head up into her arms.‘My chief!’ Cheetah also shouted in concern.Leading the Ndebele warriors was Bhekumuzi, the chief of the village Brahmuhn had saved from the ntokolishi (goblins). He came and stood before Brahmuhn with the entire army behind him. He smiled. ‘I guess my debt is paid, Brahmuhn.’From within the Ndebele army emerged Shumba and Tortoise.Tortoise stepped forward. ‘My chief, word of how you liberated a lot of the Shona villages and the Ndebele villages in your journey spread like wildfire. You are now a hero among both the Shona and t
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43. The Battle for Supremacy
Chief Mbada looked threatening and voracious like a cornered leopard as he now stood ten feet from Brahmuhn. The entire village had made a large circle around them. Mbada was breathing heavily. His eyes were like that of a lion, engrossed with both hatred and disgust for Brahmuhn. ‘Ngoni! Bhonzo! Kill this bastard!’ he ordered them without even taking his eye off his enemy.The two brutes shuffled their feet hopelessly in the dust. ‘But…but, my chief,’ Ngoni started.He grabbed them from behind their necks and pushed them towards Brahmuhn as easily as little children. ‘Kill him or I kill you!’Two of the Gorivas threw their spears at Ngoni and Bhonzo’s feet.They hesitantly picked the spears up. They seemed to be actually taking their time. ‘My…my chief…’ Bhonzo this time.‘KILL HIM!!!’Without thinking, they rushed towards Brahmuhn, waving their spears in the air yel
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42. The Two Chiefs
The following day, Brahmuhn and Chief Mbada were taking a stroll outside the compound, walking through the village. ‘You see all of this, Brahmuhn?’ said Mbada, ‘All this wealth and beauty that is Matanda Village? This is the work of my hands!’ He beat his massive chest in pride. ‘I’m sure your people deserve credit too, right? I mean, there is no chiefdom without the people,’ Brahmuhn said. Chief Mbada laughed disdainfully. The laugh was so hoarse, arrogant and annoying that Brahmuhn fought every fiber in his body to slap Chief Mbada in the face. ‘Do not be so naïve, Brahmuhn!’ he gave him a friendly yet hard slap on his back. ‘The people are only there to compliment the works of the chief; to acknowledge his excellence. Why do you think Mwari created us in the first place? To add value to his excellence through the acknowledgement and appreciation of his power!’ ‘I do not acknowledge any deity by that name, but all I know
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41. Bitter Blood
To Brahmuhn, the feast felt like deja vu. It was like re-living the marriage of his mother to Chief Mbada those fourteen years ago. The ear-piercing ululations, countless and tempting foods and of course, inevitably, the drunkards scattered everywhere mumbling inaudible yet irritating mumbo-jumbo to each other or passing rude jeers to passing women. Cheetah looked deep in conversation with a man a short distance from where Brahmuhn was sitting. Brahmuhn had no interest whatsoever in traditional beer but rather, he was obsessed with his mbanje. However, on this particular night he was not in the mood for a smoke. He had decided to allow his anger to take control of his mind. He was sitting by a fire in the company of Bhonzo, Ngoni and two other men. One of them looked like he was Chief Mbada’s advisor. The four men were sharing a gourd of beer whilst Brahmuhn’s eyes were concentrating on the flames before him. He could not stop picturing his father’s death. The painfu
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40. The Truth
It was as if she was embracing a son who had risen from the dead. ‘Oh, Tawana! Tawana, mwanangu (my child)! Oh mwanangu how I have missed you so much!!!’He could no longer control himself either and without restraint, and for the first time in his life, he permitted tears to run down his cheeks. He felt so young and happy in her arms. That warmth, that motherly love that had kept his hope alive for so long. After a well-deserved moment of tears, he managed to compose himself. ‘Mother, mother where is father?’She could not stop sniffling, ‘Oh, my son, my son. This wicked man, this wicked monster speared him that same night…that same night you ran away. He first had him whipped for what seemed like hours by Ngoni and Bhonzo, but even then, your father continued to confess his undying love for you and me and how he would get his vengeance. Mbada then speared him in the ribs and even then, your father refused to die. That is when…that’s when…’ she broke down in tears again.
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39. Reunited (Part II)
when he and his father had come home from a hunt. He would throw all his cares away and flutter into her arms. He felt so safe in her embrace. She had always been his source of comfort.Chief Mbada had what looked like an uncomfortable frown on his face. Nothing had changed about him whatsoever, besides a few wrinkles of age. From his threatening physique to that same smell of arrogance that would sting anyone’s nose when they were in his presence, all were still intact. Behind him were Ngoni and Bhonzo, his bodyguards. As a child, Brahmuhn had seen them as gigantic deities, but all he saw now were two jokes with different complexions.‘Well, well, well. If it isn’t the “Great And Mighty Brahmuhn”,’ Chief Mbada chuckled. Even with age, his voice had not changed either but gained more boldness. ‘Brahmuhn, the “mermaid slayer”, the “nightmare of zvidhoma”,’ he chuckled some more. ‘Let me not bore y
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38. Home...is Where the Pain is
Neither of the two had noticed how quickly time was flying. They had come to an agreement that before they attack Mbada, they unfetter a few more villages under his oppression. They encountered the most gut-wrenching situations in their conquest but nevertheless, they triumphed over them. In every village they passed through, they gained support from the inhabitants. The Shona now had a trustworthy liberator who was open to sacrifice his life for their freedom. The Ndebele too began to rally behind Brahmuhn and were willing to place their rivalry on hold since they now had one common enemy. Brahmuhn knew that it would not be long before the same atrocities that the other villages were going through reached Chaponda Village. Three weeks had gone by like the blink of a day. They both missed their families very much but they also knew that in order to keep their families safe, they had to terminate the threat which was Chief Mbada. As they stood and stared at Matanda
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37. Amends
‘Time is clearly not on our side. Mbada must be destroyed before he harms more people,’ he answered him.‘Do you think you can stop him, Your Greatness?’ the distraught villager shot him with a question.‘Little man; I have danced with death several times. I have bruised the heel of fate and I have brought demons to their knees! Mbada is no god. He may be powerful among men but he could never stand toe-to-toe with the god that is Brahmuhn.’ He stood up at once and Cheetah followed suit.When they stepped outside the hut, they were met with chants and cheers from the villagers. Brahmuhn was both impressed and shocked at how even though they were starved, the villagers still had the energy in them to chant his name so loudly. He waited for them to quiet down before he demanded their attention. Brahmuhn said, ‘I understand that Chief Mbada has turned on his own people. I understand that the dog is willing to kill hi
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36. Painful Truth
‘You should have pretended to be dead, Brahmuhn!’ Akunda advised him, flashing a threatening grin on his face.‘Cowards lie on their backs, warriors die on their feet, but I am a god; I soar through the skies!!’ Without warning, his entire arm grew numb and he dropped his knobkerrie. He tried to pick it up with his other arm but it also became numb. He was now running out of options.Suddenly, an unpredictable and violent wind began to blow around them. Clouds began to gather in the skies with rapid speed as if they were long overdue. With them they brought flashes of lightning and the sound of terrifying thunder. The powerful wind pushed the Vakunda into the wall of a hut. The sound of broken bones could be heard on impact. The two witches tried to crawl their way to safety but like the blinking of an eye, a flash of blue light engulfed the entire village. The light stung everyone’s eyes. It was over faster than it had started. Vakunda,
