My feet pounded on the bare soil, I continued running. The beads around my ankles kept up with the rhythm of the battle drums from a distance. Sweat streamed down my face, I continued running.

I princess Ojomole Azania Kaffre, of the Abumba tribe had to save my people from this terrible fate. How had it come to this?

The powerful king Kaffre was dead, my own father was dead. My mother and sisters were captured to become concubines of the enemy, King Dakama of the Ajuba tribe up north.

They were one of the fiercest tribes that ruled with an iron fist.

No woman was allowed to set foot in that tribe’s land, if you didn’t belong there.

The women there were as equally fierce as the men.

They had thick muscular legs and high chests that seemed to boast on their own about the might of the Ajuba tribe.

How was I supposed to avenge my father’s death? How could i save my sisters and mother?This task seemed impossible, but it is when it’s most darkness does the light avail.

My father was a great man, he treated all his people with love and kindness, even showed the neighbouring villages mercy and kindness. I needed their help, in order to take revenge and save my family, what was left of them i needed to gather up an army of my own to take up arms. This was not going to be easy but i had a few people in mind.