Beautiful illustrations from the guys at Chevelin with an exceptional narration to go with it. Enjoy…
Once upon a time, in the distant land of Kotanga their was a girl name Ani. Kotanga was a village under the leadership of the white men while the owners of the village worked in farms, cleaned or washed for the white men.
One day Ani, who worked as a maid for the white people, went out to fetch some fruits. As she carried the basket, Lord Stark, one of the very brutal lords, roughly brushed her aside as he passed her, making the fruits in her basket roll over.
One of the fruits rolled over to one of the servant chained close to the wall. Before she could pick it up, he already had and then ever so gently handed it over to her. Their eyes locked for what felt like eternity and then Ani stood up, straightened her skirt and walked on her jelly legs away.
As Ani walked home, she fantasized about the chained slave. He was rugged and fine, the scars on his body made him look even more handsome. At that moment, she made up her mind, she would see him again.
Ani arrived home with her basket of fruits thinking it would make her mistress happy but once again she was reminded harshly that she was nothing but a slave.
Ani saw how much food her mistress had, yet her people lived in hunger. The food was so much that she knew even if she stole alittle her mistress would not even know. So she did, hid them in her skirt and sneaked out of the house.
As She walked silently to the village square carrying her stolen goods, she couldn’t help but think of the chained slave again. She secretly hoped she would see him.
As soon as she got there, she started sharing the food for the little children. Her heart was filled with joy as each child skidded away with an item. As she looked up, panic overwhelmed her, the chained slave, now unchained slave, walked towards her. Her heart was racing, she didn’t know what to say or do. She had longed for this moment but now the butterflies in her stomach were relentless.
They got talking. Ani found out that the chained slaves name was Zimra. He had been a warrior before the slave masters came. Added to his handsome features, Zimra was very funny and thoughtful, he didn’t seem as hard as she assumed but surprisingly gentle. They talked for long under the moon light.
The gentle croaking of frogs, the moon light cascading on their features, the cool breeze of the night and the gentle whisper of the wind all contributed to the lips locking of these love-struck slaves. 11. As Ani walked home, she remembered the events of the night and smiled with satisfaction as she felt a shadow behind her and quickened her step.
...To Be Continued...
Once upon a time, in the distant land of Kotanga their was a girl name Ani. Kotanga was a village under the leadership of the white men while the owners of the village worked in farms, cleaned or washed for the white men.
One day Ani, who worked as a maid for the white people, went out to fetch some fruits. As she carried the basket, Lord Stark, one of the very brutal lords, roughly brushed her aside as he passed her, making the fruits in her basket roll over.
One of the fruits rolled over to one of the servant chained close to the wall. Before she could pick it up, he already had and then ever so gently handed it over to her. Their eyes locked for what felt like eternity and then Ani stood up, straightened her skirt and walked on her jelly legs away.
As Ani walked home, she fantasized about the chained slave. He was rugged and fine, the scars on his body made him look even more handsome. At that moment, she made up her mind, she would see him again.
Ani arrived home with her basket of fruits thinking it would make her mistress happy but once again she was reminded harshly that she was nothing but a slave.
Ani saw how much food her mistress had, yet her people lived in hunger. The food was so much that she knew even if she stole alittle her mistress would not even know. So she did, hid them in her skirt and sneaked out of the house.
As She walked silently to the village square carrying her stolen goods, she couldn’t help but think of the chained slave again. She secretly hoped she would see him.
As soon as she got there, she started sharing the food for the little children. Her heart was filled with joy as each child skidded away with an item. As she looked up, panic overwhelmed her, the chained slave, now unchained slave, walked towards her. Her heart was racing, she didn’t know what to say or do. She had longed for this moment but now the butterflies in her stomach were relentless.
They got talking. Ani found out that the chained slaves name was Zimra. He had been a warrior before the slave masters came. Added to his handsome features, Zimra was very funny and thoughtful, he didn’t seem as hard as she assumed but surprisingly gentle. They talked for long under the moon light.
The gentle croaking of frogs, the moon light cascading on their features, the cool breeze of the night and the gentle whisper of the wind all contributed to the lips locking of these love-struck slaves. 11. As Ani walked home, she remembered the events of the night and smiled with satisfaction as she felt a shadow behind her and quickened her step.
...To Be Continued...