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Macho PatiLemba
In a desolate territory of Congo, where two rivers divide,
appeared a whirlpool in the middle of great battle, a tribe
of few men, painted on red blood, fought fiercely against an
innumerable army that almost had won the battle, this
whirlpool that touched the sky cover them and painted
them on brown with mud, not allowing their enemies to see
them and decimating them on each turns the huge army that
was in front.
Days later, still in the celebrations of the victory of the
battle, a woman arrives with a black complexion as ebony,
with a staff where they hang the kiyumbas and wrapped in
several frabics brown and purple.
The king of the tribe, who was Nkulu sat the traveler in the
circle of the campfire, where all the women should be: in
the middle of the night, the king called the visitor and asked
her who she was and where she came from, to which she
replied:
''I'm your man's prayer it is I who have always been with
you, I'm the one that escapes for you, I am the moonless
night and starless night, I am the queen with army that you
can never see, but in each of your battle, my army grows. I
am death made woman.
''With these words been said, the king retired to his hut, the
next morning, seeing that the traveler was still standing in
the same spot where he had left her.
He asked, What do you want from me and my people?
she rersponded:
- '' From you; I want you, because I fell in love, for your
ferocity, for your intelligence, your wisdom, for your
loyalty to the tribe, for your loyalty to the religion, for your
courage and your wisdom in justice; and your tribe, I want
to learn how to be as faithful to you like them, I want to
know the secrets they have to depart without fear or arrival
to my kingdom, I want to learn what is happiness and joy. ''