“Grandchildren,” she said with a smile. “Bless you, my dear.”
Uzuri looked about. Many of the places and many of the people reminded her of the love and companionship of her husband. But she did not know these lands well enough to hunt them masterfully. At best, she would be a helper. Perhaps even a beater to drive prey toward the ‘real’ hunting party. She could learn the land, but it would take years, and she was not growing any younger. Maybe it was best that she take care of the young and leave hunting to the ones who did it best.
Suddenly, she heard a roar. It was not an angry sound, but what a male lion does when words are not enough.
“Togo!!”
She broke into a run. Togo hurried to meet her, rearing up and putting his arms around her neck and nuzzling her.
“Mother!!”
“My little boy! I know you’re a lion now, but you’ll always be my little cub! Oh, I could just eat you up!”
“Marrie said you’d come,” he said, his eyes shining like diamonds. “Welcome home, Mom! Oh, I’m so happy I could just burst!”
She nuzzled him again. “My special little boy! I heard all about Ambia and what you did, and I’m so proud of you! So how are you??”
“Fine! Never better! You saw Marrie, didn’t you? She’s my wife, now. You’re going to be a grandmother soon.”
“I know!” She kissed him. “You be good to Marrie, you hear me? She’s a fine lioness.”
“Yes ma’am!”
“I hear Kombi is king.”
“Yeah.” He half laughed. “I like this Prince Consort thing well enough, but I don’t want to be a King. Besides, now that Kombi is King, it keeps him out of trouble.”
Amara rubbed full length against her husband the way Uzuri used to do with Ugas. “Well, Honey Tree, aren’t you going to show the Queen Mother her new home? She can have my old spot now that I have a nice soft mane to snuggle on.”
“I know where my spot is,” Uzuri said gently. She lithely climbed to the top of Pride Kopje. She went to the spot where she would spend hours talking with Ugas about the stars. His scent had nearly vanished, but as she lay on her back and looked up at the skies, she could almost feel his warm, strong body lying next to her. “I’m home, beloved,” she murmured. Makaka settled next to her and put his arm around her neck, and the two of them slipped into their mid-sun nap.
CHAPTER: NO PLACE LIKE HOME
CHAPTER: NIGHT COMES
CHAPTER: CHOOSING A PATH
CHAPTER: NO SHAME
CHAPTER: THE FOUR OF US
THE EPILOGUE
LEGAL NOTE:
Uzuri looked about. Many of the places and many of the people reminded her of the love and companionship of her husband. But she did not know these lands well enough to hunt them masterfully. At best, she would be a helper. Perhaps even a beater to drive prey toward the ‘real’ hunting party. She could learn the land, but it would take years, and she was not growing any younger. Maybe it was best that she take care of the young and leave hunting to the ones who did it best.
Suddenly, she heard a roar. It was not an angry sound, but what a male lion does when words are not enough.
“Togo!!”
She broke into a run. Togo hurried to meet her, rearing up and putting his arms around her neck and nuzzling her.
“Mother!!”
“My little boy! I know you’re a lion now, but you’ll always be my little cub! Oh, I could just eat you up!”
“Marrie said you’d come,” he said, his eyes shining like diamonds. “Welcome home, Mom! Oh, I’m so happy I could just burst!”
She nuzzled him again. “My special little boy! I heard all about Ambia and what you did, and I’m so proud of you! So how are you??”
“Fine! Never better! You saw Marrie, didn’t you? She’s my wife, now. You’re going to be a grandmother soon.”
“I know!” She kissed him. “You be good to Marrie, you hear me? She’s a fine lioness.”
“Yes ma’am!”
“I hear Kombi is king.”
“Yeah.” He half laughed. “I like this Prince Consort thing well enough, but I don’t want to be a King. Besides, now that Kombi is King, it keeps him out of trouble.”
Amara rubbed full length against her husband the way Uzuri used to do with Ugas. “Well, Honey Tree, aren’t you going to show the Queen Mother her new home? She can have my old spot now that I have a nice soft mane to snuggle on.”
“I know where my spot is,” Uzuri said gently. She lithely climbed to the top of Pride Kopje. She went to the spot where she would spend hours talking with Ugas about the stars. His scent had nearly vanished, but as she lay on her back and looked up at the skies, she could almost feel his warm, strong body lying next to her. “I’m home, beloved,” she murmured. Makaka settled next to her and put his arm around her neck, and the two of them slipped into their mid-sun nap.
CHAPTER: NO PLACE LIKE HOME
In the meanwhile, Rafiki tried to find a place of his own. It wasn’t like he expected to find another baobab just waiting for him to move in, but he needed a quiet and private place to go when he wanted to think. Sleeping on the ground with the pride was a romantic notion but not a viable option; he had to set up the paraphernalia of a shaman and paint protective icons. Also, some of his herbs could kill as well as heal. They had to be kept away from small paws.
He invited Makaka to come along with him, but he also had a number of uninvited guests as well. He was crowded with boisterous young cubs. Rafiki was fond of children, but they made so much noise and bustle that he could hardly hear himself think. Sh’aari also tagged along, trying to control the cubs that got seriously out of line, but doing little to curb the incessant noise and endless questions. And all the usual questions came pouring out.
“Why do you have those stripes on your face?”
“May I touch them?”
(“Yes, you may.”)
“Are those stripes on your bottom the same?”
“May I touch them?”
(“No, you may not touch them!”)
“Will you do a magic trick?”
“Do it again!”
“Is Makaka your son?”
“Are his Mommy and Daddy in heaven?”
“Does he have any brothers and sisters?”
“Will we see them some time?”
“Why do you walk with that stick?”
“Say something in monkey language!”
“What’s in the gourd?”
“Can I have one?”
“What’s that smell?”
“Can you really tell the future?”
“Can I watch?”
After the first hour or two of this, Rafiki began to wonder if cubs were more rough and tumble than they used to be, or if he was just getting older. “Probably both,” he thought, sighing.
Rafiki yelped as a furry bundle nipped playfully at his heels and darted away, giggling madly. “Ohe! Watch it! That hurts, you little scamp!”
“Saieti!” Sh’aari said sharply. “That was rude. Now apologize to Rafiki.”
The cub stopped and looked up at the mandrill with bright eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. “I was just playing.”
“I know, Honey Tree.” Rafiki smiled and bent to pick the cub up, but she skittered away. “What’s wrong? I won’t hurt you.” He peered at Saieti as she huddled against the lioness’s side. “What’s that on your side?”
Sh’aari licked the trembling cub. “Ambia’s handiwork,” she said. “That’s just one of the marks he left on our pride.”
“My Gods!” Rafiki knelt and stroked the wide eyed youngster. “You needn’t fear him any longer, child. Togo and Kombi have set things right again, and this old monkey will certainly never hurt you.”
Saieti looked at him carefully, measuring him. It drove a thorn in his heart to see the look of guarded suspicion on one so young. “Even if I sit in your favorite spot?”
He nodded. “Perhaps we have the same favorite spot, eh? We’ll just have to share.” He reached into his gourd and got a piece of Tiko root. Saieti sniffed, inhaling the wonderful fragrance. Her tongue licked out and her eyes followed the treat as Rafiki moved it about.
“Who do you love?”
“You, Rafiki!”
“How much do you love me?”
“Bunches and bunches!”
The correct answer was, of course, “more than life.” There would never be another cub quite like Taka, but there would also never be another cub quite like Saieti. “Good enough!”
Rafiki dropped the Tiko root and Saieti snapped it up. She savored its goodness, then swallowed it. Then she looked up at him and grunted affectionately.
The mandrill picked up the cub, kissed her and hugged her tightly. “You poor baby! If anyone tries to hurt you again, I’ll kill ‘em!”
She cuddled under his chin and purred. Overcome, Rafiki began to sob, kissing her repeatedly and whispering loving names in his old tongue. “Why do they have to suffer?” he asked Sh’aari. “Why the helpless and the innocent?? She deserves so much more out of life, and if I could take those stripes from her and bear them myself, I would!”
Saieti wrapped her large cub paws around his neck and nestled her head against his shoulder, a faint purring tickling his neck.
Rafiki’s thoughts went back to a different time and place before old age had set in and when all things were fresh and new. He remembered picking up Ajenti and holding her, and asking his new wife, “Isn’t she beautiful, Asumini?”
Asumini had smiled. “Our child will also be beautiful, like its father.”
Dearest Asumini! It was on their wedding day, the beginning of a brief dream of happiness and fatherhood. He kissed Saieti again and closed his eyes, listening to her small heartbeat. Poor Asumini, poor Penda, gone! Spirits in the Kingdom of Aiheu separated from him by every breath he drew, every beat of his own heart.
He clung to the cub, sighed deeply, and remembered. Then he looked in her eyes and kissed her again. “I see the beauty of Aiheu in your smile and the way your eyes shine. I feel the warmth of Aiheu in your soft fur. Never turn from your Uncle Rafiki, my dear. I love you, Saieti.”
“I love you too.”
Sh’aari nuzzled him and smiled, giving him a long, slow lick up the cheek. “Oh, look what I did to your beard!” She quickly began grooming his right side back into some semblance of his left.
Rafiki’s eyes half closed and he felt very much at peace. The realization came streaming through that his happiness had always been there--it had only taken many different forms. “Thank you, Aiheu,” he prayed silently. “You always take care of me. Now if I only had a home of my own....”
At that moment Amara came in. “I hear you need a place to live,” she said. “You can have my old place. I’m staying with my husband now.”
He looked up and sighed gratefully. “That was fast.”
Amara led the crowd down to her small cave in the side of the kopje. It was not much to look at, but it had made her the envy of all the other lionesses.
“Here it is!” she said with obvious pride. “Your new home!”
Rafiki looked inside. It was damp and wet, though Marrie was clearly making a great sacrifice for him.
“You ought to know when it rains, water comes through this crack in the ceiling.”
“I can fill the crack,” he said, thinking aloud. “It will require some work from time to time, and maybe a little straw on the floor will make it a little dryer and warmer. Makaka has lung trouble, so I’ll let him take this side when he sleeps over.” Idly running his fingers through Makaka’s hair, he told Amara, “He’ll usually sleep with you girls if that’s all right. Uzuri is his mother, you know.”
“We’d be delighted!” Amara said, nuzzling Makaka until he had to giggle. “He’s so sweet!”
“We’d have to raise a bed here to keep out the water.”
“I’m sorry we don’t have anything better.”
Rafiki put his arms around Amara’s neck. “Oh gods, It’s the most wonderful present I’ve ever received! Thank you, dear Marrie!”
Still, it was not exactly Busara’s cave....
Old Busara! How long ago those happy days seemed! Once Rafiki thought he would be chief of the mandrill village where he lived. Then Busara brought him to a state of enlightenment, a favor he would buy with his own blood when the priest of the old ways found out. The fever to be a shaman consumed him and transformed him, and finally sent him to his third home. That was supposed to be his final haven, a place to spend the rest of his days in loving service with his wife and children and the people of Ahadi.
Fate was not so kind. With no wife to comfort him, no children to raise, he had lost the home itself with all its memories. Makaka and Uzuri were his only ties to his old life. At his advanced age, he was starting over.
He invited Makaka to come along with him, but he also had a number of uninvited guests as well. He was crowded with boisterous young cubs. Rafiki was fond of children, but they made so much noise and bustle that he could hardly hear himself think. Sh’aari also tagged along, trying to control the cubs that got seriously out of line, but doing little to curb the incessant noise and endless questions. And all the usual questions came pouring out.
“Why do you have those stripes on your face?”
“May I touch them?”
(“Yes, you may.”)
“Are those stripes on your bottom the same?”
“May I touch them?”
(“No, you may not touch them!”)
“Will you do a magic trick?”
“Do it again!”
“Is Makaka your son?”
“Are his Mommy and Daddy in heaven?”
“Does he have any brothers and sisters?”
“Will we see them some time?”
“Why do you walk with that stick?”
“Say something in monkey language!”
“What’s in the gourd?”
“Can I have one?”
“What’s that smell?”
“Can you really tell the future?”
“Can I watch?”
After the first hour or two of this, Rafiki began to wonder if cubs were more rough and tumble than they used to be, or if he was just getting older. “Probably both,” he thought, sighing.
Rafiki yelped as a furry bundle nipped playfully at his heels and darted away, giggling madly. “Ohe! Watch it! That hurts, you little scamp!”
“Saieti!” Sh’aari said sharply. “That was rude. Now apologize to Rafiki.”
The cub stopped and looked up at the mandrill with bright eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. “I was just playing.”
“I know, Honey Tree.” Rafiki smiled and bent to pick the cub up, but she skittered away. “What’s wrong? I won’t hurt you.” He peered at Saieti as she huddled against the lioness’s side. “What’s that on your side?”
Sh’aari licked the trembling cub. “Ambia’s handiwork,” she said. “That’s just one of the marks he left on our pride.”
“My Gods!” Rafiki knelt and stroked the wide eyed youngster. “You needn’t fear him any longer, child. Togo and Kombi have set things right again, and this old monkey will certainly never hurt you.”
Saieti looked at him carefully, measuring him. It drove a thorn in his heart to see the look of guarded suspicion on one so young. “Even if I sit in your favorite spot?”
He nodded. “Perhaps we have the same favorite spot, eh? We’ll just have to share.” He reached into his gourd and got a piece of Tiko root. Saieti sniffed, inhaling the wonderful fragrance. Her tongue licked out and her eyes followed the treat as Rafiki moved it about.
“Who do you love?”
“You, Rafiki!”
“How much do you love me?”
“Bunches and bunches!”
The correct answer was, of course, “more than life.” There would never be another cub quite like Taka, but there would also never be another cub quite like Saieti. “Good enough!”
Rafiki dropped the Tiko root and Saieti snapped it up. She savored its goodness, then swallowed it. Then she looked up at him and grunted affectionately.
The mandrill picked up the cub, kissed her and hugged her tightly. “You poor baby! If anyone tries to hurt you again, I’ll kill ‘em!”
She cuddled under his chin and purred. Overcome, Rafiki began to sob, kissing her repeatedly and whispering loving names in his old tongue. “Why do they have to suffer?” he asked Sh’aari. “Why the helpless and the innocent?? She deserves so much more out of life, and if I could take those stripes from her and bear them myself, I would!”
Saieti wrapped her large cub paws around his neck and nestled her head against his shoulder, a faint purring tickling his neck.
Rafiki’s thoughts went back to a different time and place before old age had set in and when all things were fresh and new. He remembered picking up Ajenti and holding her, and asking his new wife, “Isn’t she beautiful, Asumini?”
Asumini had smiled. “Our child will also be beautiful, like its father.”
Dearest Asumini! It was on their wedding day, the beginning of a brief dream of happiness and fatherhood. He kissed Saieti again and closed his eyes, listening to her small heartbeat. Poor Asumini, poor Penda, gone! Spirits in the Kingdom of Aiheu separated from him by every breath he drew, every beat of his own heart.
He clung to the cub, sighed deeply, and remembered. Then he looked in her eyes and kissed her again. “I see the beauty of Aiheu in your smile and the way your eyes shine. I feel the warmth of Aiheu in your soft fur. Never turn from your Uncle Rafiki, my dear. I love you, Saieti.”
“I love you too.”
Sh’aari nuzzled him and smiled, giving him a long, slow lick up the cheek. “Oh, look what I did to your beard!” She quickly began grooming his right side back into some semblance of his left.
Rafiki’s eyes half closed and he felt very much at peace. The realization came streaming through that his happiness had always been there--it had only taken many different forms. “Thank you, Aiheu,” he prayed silently. “You always take care of me. Now if I only had a home of my own....”
At that moment Amara came in. “I hear you need a place to live,” she said. “You can have my old place. I’m staying with my husband now.”
He looked up and sighed gratefully. “That was fast.”
Amara led the crowd down to her small cave in the side of the kopje. It was not much to look at, but it had made her the envy of all the other lionesses.
“Here it is!” she said with obvious pride. “Your new home!”
Rafiki looked inside. It was damp and wet, though Marrie was clearly making a great sacrifice for him.
“You ought to know when it rains, water comes through this crack in the ceiling.”
“I can fill the crack,” he said, thinking aloud. “It will require some work from time to time, and maybe a little straw on the floor will make it a little dryer and warmer. Makaka has lung trouble, so I’ll let him take this side when he sleeps over.” Idly running his fingers through Makaka’s hair, he told Amara, “He’ll usually sleep with you girls if that’s all right. Uzuri is his mother, you know.”
“We’d be delighted!” Amara said, nuzzling Makaka until he had to giggle. “He’s so sweet!”
“We’d have to raise a bed here to keep out the water.”
“I’m sorry we don’t have anything better.”
Rafiki put his arms around Amara’s neck. “Oh gods, It’s the most wonderful present I’ve ever received! Thank you, dear Marrie!”
Still, it was not exactly Busara’s cave....
Old Busara! How long ago those happy days seemed! Once Rafiki thought he would be chief of the mandrill village where he lived. Then Busara brought him to a state of enlightenment, a favor he would buy with his own blood when the priest of the old ways found out. The fever to be a shaman consumed him and transformed him, and finally sent him to his third home. That was supposed to be his final haven, a place to spend the rest of his days in loving service with his wife and children and the people of Ahadi.
Fate was not so kind. With no wife to comfort him, no children to raise, he had lost the home itself with all its memories. Makaka and Uzuri were his only ties to his old life. At his advanced age, he was starting over.
CHAPTER: NIGHT COMES
As the sun began to set, the lionesses gathered for their hunt. Adhama came and nuzzled Uzuri. “Time to gather up,” she said cheerfully. “I’ve looked so forward to the honor of hunting with you, Zuri.”
“I’m flattered,” Uzuri said. “But I’m unfamiliar with the area. Tonight, let me sit with the children.”
“Zuri, don’t be timid! We don’t expect you to bring down a buffalo by yourself! Just tag along and learn the land tonight.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Uzuri said. “Good hunting, sister.”
Adhama nodded, and before she left she added, “Don’t get used to it. I look forward to seeing you in action out there.”
“I won’t.” Uzuri smiled and pulled a sleepy cub a bit closer.
Adhama nodded and paced away silently, vanishing into the dark. From another clump of brush, Makaka emerged, humming a tune to himself as he meandered over. He sighed and slipped his arms around Uzuri’s neck, hugging her close.
She smiled and kissed him with her warm tongue. “Busy day?”
“Busy week!” He slid down, resting his head on her side. “We walked everywhere! Rafiki found this really cool place to set up in. It’s kind of damp, though.” He yawned hugely. “We had to cut brush and fill cracks. The dampness hurts his joints, you know.” His voice dropped off to a buzz as he slowly nodded off.
Uzuri continued to groom him absently, turning this over in her mind. After all the times Rafiki had rubbed her stuff joint without complaint! She had no idea his joints hurt!
Eventually the warmth of Makaka and the cubs sank into her and she drowsed lightly, head still erect and ears alert for any disturbance. Before too long she detected the familiar tread of Rafiki as he eased through the grass towards her; his distinctive gait barely registering before she relaxed again.
Very quietly, Rafiki bent down next to her face and ever so softly planted a kiss on her cheek. He whispered, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl. If this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will.”
One of her eyes opened to look at him.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you!”
“That’s all right.” She patted with her paw and winked. She didn’t have to ask twice--he settled next to her. “You look tense. Relax.” She took a paw and controlling her great strength with finesse, began to rub his back and shoulders. “You need to relax. This day has worn you out.” When she heard the grunt of relief, she knew she’d found the source of his pain and she concentrated on loosening him up. What her paws lacked in dexterity, they made up for in gentle persistence. And only when Uzuri was content with the results did she let him up. “If you feel tense again, you come see me.”
“I will,” he said, kissing her brow. “Thank you.”
She managed to stay awake until the hunting party came back. She had an important job to do, but she was restless and wondered what she was missing on the trail. She also wondered how her own Pride Sisters were faring, and if they caught anything. She glanced back in the direction of Pride Rock and sighed.
When the lionesses returned victorious, she woke the cubs and shared her first meal with her new family. Not knowing many of them well, she heard snatches of gossip and idle chatter that sounded only distantly familiar. As a result, she said very little.
That night as she finally settled to sleep, time and time again in her dreams she re-enacted the parting from her Pride Sisters.
“I give you the most precious possession I have. I gave a lot of thought to what I would say when I left you. In the end there is nothing I can say, and so I leave you with silence. But I can never forget the time we spent together on the trail....”
That was the crux of her problem. She could never forget the time they spent together on the trail. Would she ever be that happy again? And did she have the right to subject Rafiki and Makaka to this?
“I’m flattered,” Uzuri said. “But I’m unfamiliar with the area. Tonight, let me sit with the children.”
“Zuri, don’t be timid! We don’t expect you to bring down a buffalo by yourself! Just tag along and learn the land tonight.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Uzuri said. “Good hunting, sister.”
Adhama nodded, and before she left she added, “Don’t get used to it. I look forward to seeing you in action out there.”
“I won’t.” Uzuri smiled and pulled a sleepy cub a bit closer.
Adhama nodded and paced away silently, vanishing into the dark. From another clump of brush, Makaka emerged, humming a tune to himself as he meandered over. He sighed and slipped his arms around Uzuri’s neck, hugging her close.
She smiled and kissed him with her warm tongue. “Busy day?”
“Busy week!” He slid down, resting his head on her side. “We walked everywhere! Rafiki found this really cool place to set up in. It’s kind of damp, though.” He yawned hugely. “We had to cut brush and fill cracks. The dampness hurts his joints, you know.” His voice dropped off to a buzz as he slowly nodded off.
Uzuri continued to groom him absently, turning this over in her mind. After all the times Rafiki had rubbed her stuff joint without complaint! She had no idea his joints hurt!
Eventually the warmth of Makaka and the cubs sank into her and she drowsed lightly, head still erect and ears alert for any disturbance. Before too long she detected the familiar tread of Rafiki as he eased through the grass towards her; his distinctive gait barely registering before she relaxed again.
Very quietly, Rafiki bent down next to her face and ever so softly planted a kiss on her cheek. He whispered, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl. If this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will.”
One of her eyes opened to look at him.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you!”
“That’s all right.” She patted with her paw and winked. She didn’t have to ask twice--he settled next to her. “You look tense. Relax.” She took a paw and controlling her great strength with finesse, began to rub his back and shoulders. “You need to relax. This day has worn you out.” When she heard the grunt of relief, she knew she’d found the source of his pain and she concentrated on loosening him up. What her paws lacked in dexterity, they made up for in gentle persistence. And only when Uzuri was content with the results did she let him up. “If you feel tense again, you come see me.”
“I will,” he said, kissing her brow. “Thank you.”
She managed to stay awake until the hunting party came back. She had an important job to do, but she was restless and wondered what she was missing on the trail. She also wondered how her own Pride Sisters were faring, and if they caught anything. She glanced back in the direction of Pride Rock and sighed.
When the lionesses returned victorious, she woke the cubs and shared her first meal with her new family. Not knowing many of them well, she heard snatches of gossip and idle chatter that sounded only distantly familiar. As a result, she said very little.
That night as she finally settled to sleep, time and time again in her dreams she re-enacted the parting from her Pride Sisters.
“I give you the most precious possession I have. I gave a lot of thought to what I would say when I left you. In the end there is nothing I can say, and so I leave you with silence. But I can never forget the time we spent together on the trail....”
That was the crux of her problem. She could never forget the time they spent together on the trail. Would she ever be that happy again? And did she have the right to subject Rafiki and Makaka to this?
CHAPTER: CHOOSING A PATH
The next morning, Rafiki dropped by cheerfully but a little stiff. “How did you sleep?”
“Fine.”
“Uh huh....” He looked at her dusty, disarranged fur. “That’s nice.”
Makaka took Rafiki aside. “No. She moaned and tossed all night. She’s not happy here. I heard her crying. Rafiki, I want to go home! I have some friends here, but this place is not good for us.”
Rafiki sighed and made his way back to her. “So, my dear, how do you like it here?”
Uzuri looked pensive. “Fine. But do you think I’ve left my sisters in the lurch?”
“No. They’ll have to adapt, if you really want to stay. Admittedly, it won’t be easy.”
“So you think it’s wrong my being here?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, what DID you say?”
“I said--and I will say again--I cannot choose your path. You must go where your heart leads you.”
She shuddered. “I hope you won’t be disappointed, but my heart is leading me back to Pride Rock.”
Rafiki sprang to life. “I’ll get my things!”
“But I have to say good bye.”
“Of course you do. But if we do it quickly, we can make it back in time for tonight’s hunt.” He hugged her tightly. “We can’t have you unhappy, my dear!”
That afternoon, an article of her faith became very real to her. Pain was indeed the brother of pleasure, and in loving Ugas and his pride, she had opened herself to the pain of farewells. Adhama and Amara were dear friends and she would miss them terribly. And there were her sons who must remain behind in the kingdom of her dead husband. But as Aiheu had told all who dared to love, the pleasure was worth the pain--it gave her nobility and inner beauty that shone brightly from her hazel eyes.
Makaka was impatient to leave, hopping from foot to foot at the delay as Uzuri and Rafiki nuzzled each cub and spoke to each of the lionesses.
The brothers insisted on escorting them back to the border, and Uzuri was glad of the company.
“You will visit us, won’t you?” Togo asked.
“Of course I will, if the King permits.”
“The King insists,” Kombi said. “Oh look, I can see the stream from here.” The sadness behind his smile was obvious to her and she nuzzled him.
“There’s no stream deep enough or wide enough to keep us apart,” Uzuri said.
Reaching the bank, she couldn’t help but feel her heart sink as her sons stopped short of the water. She kissed each of them on the cheek, inhaling their scent and holding it in her memory. “I’m so proud of you both! Your father is too, I know it.”
Kombi nuzzled her one last time, then stepped back. “Aiheu abamami, mother. Take care.” Togo bid her farewell, and then joined his brother as they turned and headed back home. Uzuri watched them leave, then slowly turned towards her own home that lay shimmering in the distance like something out of a dream.
The three splashed through the water, then stood once again on their old ground. Without looking back, Uzuri led Rafiki and Makaka past the spot where young Sarabi and Taka used to play. They went through the field where Ahadi lay his feverish body to die with his beloved Akase. She passed the spot where Misha had made her first kill and first made love with Tanabi. And she saw the spot where Pipkah crawled away to die after the great battle. She half smiled when she thought about the tricks she pulled on him. Maybe he learned a little humility at the end--maybe he’d even found peace.
They arrived at Rafiki’s baobab a little before sunset. The reddish hue sparkled from his cheeks as he reentered his old home, each limb and notch calling to him like an old friend. Reaching up, he ran his fingertips gently along the runes painted into the trunk, tracing gently over the Eye of Aiheu with one hand. Making his way to the hollowed alcove where he stored his things, he reached in to put his medicine pouch inside--and stopped, pulling out an ivory tooth, well worn and familiar as his own.
Rafiki clutched the tooth in one palm, feeling warmth steal over him as Ahadi’s voice rang gently in his ears. "Where have you been, you old rascal?"
"In misery," he said. "But I'm back to stay." He shuddered in a deep breath, the smell of wild honey enveloping him as he knelt and gave thanks.
Presently he rose and wandered over to where Uzuri sat. He joined her, reaching around and holding her to him as they gazed across the land at the dim silhouette of Pride Rock. Uzuri looked at him, a smile touching her face as she saw the look of peace in his features. “I think we did the right thing.”
“I for one can not disagree.” He grinned. “But you’d better hurry; it’s time for the hunt, isn’t it?”
“Oh!” She purred, rubbing her cheek against his. “Thank you Rafiki!” Descending carefully, she bounded off, the years seeming to fall away as she loped through the grass happily, each landmark that went by stirring new feelings of happiness inside her heart. As she drew near her home, she detected a familiar scent and rushed toward it, a beatific smile beaming from her features. Breaking clear from the grass, she leapt upon a lioness who had been sniffing the ground nearby, knocking the startled creature to the ground. “Fini!!”
“Uzuri?! Oh gods! You’re back!” Sarafina embraced her sister with her forepaws, nuzzling her amid joyful laughter. “Praise Aiheu!”
Uzuri bounded up and smoothed her fur back into place as the other lionesses emerged around them, exclaiming at her appearance. “I feel like a good hunt. Is it too late?" She peered around at them, seeing the happy faces from her childhood, the old friends who had hunted by her side, her gaze finally coming to rest upon one she had trained from a cub. Uzuri nodded at Misha. “Would you have me? I’ll help out in any position you want me in.”
Misha shook her head. “There is only one position I can give you tonight. She padded over to the decimated remains of the pride’s last kill, tearing off a small section of hide. She laid it at Uzuri’s feet, then pressed her paw to the inside of the skin, wetting it with the blood that remained.
Uzuri’s eyes stung with tears as Misha placed her paw upon the older lioness’s cheeks. “I’d give you my most cherished possession, but he’s pledged to me. So I’ll have to give you this.” Kissed her. “Welcome home, hunt mistress.” She sat back and looked at her attentively. “Where will you have us?”
"Eastern meadow," Uzuri says tersely. "Crescent maneuver, Isha on the left, Sarabi on the right, and girls, give us support from the wadi from the north. It’s good to be home...."
She was in rare form. They killed a water buffalo and feasted royally, heading back home in the small hours of the morning with full swinging bellies and contented smiles all around. As they settled in to sleep, Uzuri heard Simba utter a final roar as he proclaimed his rule once again. And in the distant night, she heard her sons answer, their proud call bringing a smile to her face as it followed her down into peaceful dreams.
“Fine.”
“Uh huh....” He looked at her dusty, disarranged fur. “That’s nice.”
Makaka took Rafiki aside. “No. She moaned and tossed all night. She’s not happy here. I heard her crying. Rafiki, I want to go home! I have some friends here, but this place is not good for us.”
Rafiki sighed and made his way back to her. “So, my dear, how do you like it here?”
Uzuri looked pensive. “Fine. But do you think I’ve left my sisters in the lurch?”
“No. They’ll have to adapt, if you really want to stay. Admittedly, it won’t be easy.”
“So you think it’s wrong my being here?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, what DID you say?”
“I said--and I will say again--I cannot choose your path. You must go where your heart leads you.”
She shuddered. “I hope you won’t be disappointed, but my heart is leading me back to Pride Rock.”
Rafiki sprang to life. “I’ll get my things!”
“But I have to say good bye.”
“Of course you do. But if we do it quickly, we can make it back in time for tonight’s hunt.” He hugged her tightly. “We can’t have you unhappy, my dear!”
That afternoon, an article of her faith became very real to her. Pain was indeed the brother of pleasure, and in loving Ugas and his pride, she had opened herself to the pain of farewells. Adhama and Amara were dear friends and she would miss them terribly. And there were her sons who must remain behind in the kingdom of her dead husband. But as Aiheu had told all who dared to love, the pleasure was worth the pain--it gave her nobility and inner beauty that shone brightly from her hazel eyes.
Makaka was impatient to leave, hopping from foot to foot at the delay as Uzuri and Rafiki nuzzled each cub and spoke to each of the lionesses.
The brothers insisted on escorting them back to the border, and Uzuri was glad of the company.
“You will visit us, won’t you?” Togo asked.
“Of course I will, if the King permits.”
“The King insists,” Kombi said. “Oh look, I can see the stream from here.” The sadness behind his smile was obvious to her and she nuzzled him.
“There’s no stream deep enough or wide enough to keep us apart,” Uzuri said.
Reaching the bank, she couldn’t help but feel her heart sink as her sons stopped short of the water. She kissed each of them on the cheek, inhaling their scent and holding it in her memory. “I’m so proud of you both! Your father is too, I know it.”
Kombi nuzzled her one last time, then stepped back. “Aiheu abamami, mother. Take care.” Togo bid her farewell, and then joined his brother as they turned and headed back home. Uzuri watched them leave, then slowly turned towards her own home that lay shimmering in the distance like something out of a dream.
The three splashed through the water, then stood once again on their old ground. Without looking back, Uzuri led Rafiki and Makaka past the spot where young Sarabi and Taka used to play. They went through the field where Ahadi lay his feverish body to die with his beloved Akase. She passed the spot where Misha had made her first kill and first made love with Tanabi. And she saw the spot where Pipkah crawled away to die after the great battle. She half smiled when she thought about the tricks she pulled on him. Maybe he learned a little humility at the end--maybe he’d even found peace.
They arrived at Rafiki’s baobab a little before sunset. The reddish hue sparkled from his cheeks as he reentered his old home, each limb and notch calling to him like an old friend. Reaching up, he ran his fingertips gently along the runes painted into the trunk, tracing gently over the Eye of Aiheu with one hand. Making his way to the hollowed alcove where he stored his things, he reached in to put his medicine pouch inside--and stopped, pulling out an ivory tooth, well worn and familiar as his own.
Rafiki clutched the tooth in one palm, feeling warmth steal over him as Ahadi’s voice rang gently in his ears. "Where have you been, you old rascal?"
"In misery," he said. "But I'm back to stay." He shuddered in a deep breath, the smell of wild honey enveloping him as he knelt and gave thanks.
Presently he rose and wandered over to where Uzuri sat. He joined her, reaching around and holding her to him as they gazed across the land at the dim silhouette of Pride Rock. Uzuri looked at him, a smile touching her face as she saw the look of peace in his features. “I think we did the right thing.”
“I for one can not disagree.” He grinned. “But you’d better hurry; it’s time for the hunt, isn’t it?”
“Oh!” She purred, rubbing her cheek against his. “Thank you Rafiki!” Descending carefully, she bounded off, the years seeming to fall away as she loped through the grass happily, each landmark that went by stirring new feelings of happiness inside her heart. As she drew near her home, she detected a familiar scent and rushed toward it, a beatific smile beaming from her features. Breaking clear from the grass, she leapt upon a lioness who had been sniffing the ground nearby, knocking the startled creature to the ground. “Fini!!”
“Uzuri?! Oh gods! You’re back!” Sarafina embraced her sister with her forepaws, nuzzling her amid joyful laughter. “Praise Aiheu!”
Uzuri bounded up and smoothed her fur back into place as the other lionesses emerged around them, exclaiming at her appearance. “I feel like a good hunt. Is it too late?" She peered around at them, seeing the happy faces from her childhood, the old friends who had hunted by her side, her gaze finally coming to rest upon one she had trained from a cub. Uzuri nodded at Misha. “Would you have me? I’ll help out in any position you want me in.”
Misha shook her head. “There is only one position I can give you tonight. She padded over to the decimated remains of the pride’s last kill, tearing off a small section of hide. She laid it at Uzuri’s feet, then pressed her paw to the inside of the skin, wetting it with the blood that remained.
Uzuri’s eyes stung with tears as Misha placed her paw upon the older lioness’s cheeks. “I’d give you my most cherished possession, but he’s pledged to me. So I’ll have to give you this.” Kissed her. “Welcome home, hunt mistress.” She sat back and looked at her attentively. “Where will you have us?”
"Eastern meadow," Uzuri says tersely. "Crescent maneuver, Isha on the left, Sarabi on the right, and girls, give us support from the wadi from the north. It’s good to be home...."
She was in rare form. They killed a water buffalo and feasted royally, heading back home in the small hours of the morning with full swinging bellies and contented smiles all around. As they settled in to sleep, Uzuri heard Simba utter a final roar as he proclaimed his rule once again. And in the distant night, she heard her sons answer, their proud call bringing a smile to her face as it followed her down into peaceful dreams.
CHAPTER: NO SHAME
Uzuri quietly slipped in to Rafiki’s presence. There was no need to ask her what she wanted. Rafiki smiled and put his hands on her shoulder blade, rubbing in tight circles, then gradually spreading out like ripples in a pond to loosen up the joints and warm up the muscles. She grunted with pleasure as he worked his way down to her elbow, relieving her discomfort.
“How is the Garu Root helping?”
“It helps,” she said with a certain reserve.
“But not as much as it used to?”
“Not quite.”
“I see.” Rafiki shook his head.
Uzuri looked at him worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, you’d just get upset with me.”
“No I wouldn’t.”
Rafiki got some Garu root and began to grate it with a flint pebble. “It’s nothing really. Sometimes I think out loud, and you’re reading too much into it.”
“If you don’t tell me, I PROMISE you I will be upset.”
Rafiki sighed. “It’s not your health, old girl. I was just thinking of something that happened to me when Simba came back. Minshasa came to me that night while I was grieving for Taka.”
“So you were there after all.”
“Yes. You don’t stop loving someone just because they hurt you.” He switched to the other side and began rubbing at the shoulder blade. “Does that feel good?”
“Well? What did she say? Am I going to have to pull it out of you a word at a time?”
Rafiki smiled. “You’re always in a hurry!”
“Rafiki!”
“All right, all right.” He scratched his head uncomfortably. “We were talking, and she asked me what I wanted as a reward for my service. And I guess I looked down at his body and thought about all the people I loved that I’ve had to watch die one by one. Maybe that was what was going through my mind.”
“And?”
“And I said that maybe I’d like a friend that would always be there for me, someone that I wouldn’t have to worry about losing. Someone that would be my friend in this world and the next.” A shy smile of mixed pride and embarrassment crept over his face. “She said, ‘That would be Uzuri.’”
Uzuri smiled. “Was that it?”
“Almost. She told me that her gift to me is that we would both die on the same day.”
Uzuri looked penetratingly into his eyes. “She offered you a gift, and you chose that?”
“I told you you’d be upset.”
“I’m not upset. I’m just--well--surprised at you. There were so many things you could have asked for.”
“That’s what I wanted then, and that’s what I want now. But you know something, old girl? I have so many things I have to do. I must train Makaka before I go to my fathers. You have to take care of yourself. I keep patching you up and sending you out for more wear and tear.” He shook his head again. “I’m glad you’re back where you belong, but why did you come back as Hunt Mistress? Misha is very good for one so young. Wouldn’t you like to live to see her do well at it? Why don’t you do that tonight?”
“But the hunt mistress is what I am! If I wasn’t that, what would I be?”
“You are so many things, all of them very special to me. Go ahead and hunt if you must, but you take such risks. I mean, every time you lunge at a wildebeest, I cringe.” He put his hands out and caressed her lovingly under the chin, running his fingertips gently across her cheeks. “I like that face the way it is,” he said reverently. “Already you have a scar across the bridge of your nose and that nick under your cheek, and that bald spot behind your ear from the gazelle.”
“Thanks for noticing,” Uzuri said a little indignantly.
“Oh gods, listen to me!” He began to gesture wildly. “Every time you go out there, I’m scared out of my wits! I can’t stand it when you get hurt. Every time you get hurt, a piece of my heart dies.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Hey you, listen to me! Avina was every bit as good as you, but gods, the horror of her face, the horror! I’ll never forget that face as long as I live! I can see that happening to you. I have nightmares about it!” He put his arms around her neck and waited a moment for his heart to stop pounding. Then he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and began to speak to her fatherly. “I know we all have to die sometime, but I don’t want you to be frightened and in pain when you die. I don’t want you gasping out your life with your ribs stove in like Beesa’s.” He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a pat. “When the time comes, I’d want you to lay your head in my lap and drift away quietly. I would give you something for your pain. Then I would wait for Minshasa to come for us. I want it said that they found us together.” Rafiki turned away quickly, wiping his eyes. “I’ll get your Garu root now.”
“Rafiki?”
The mandrill did not turn around. He began soaking the Garu root in water. “I’ll just be a moment.”
“Rafiki, if you think it’s best for Makaka that I step down, I’ll do it. You are the person to train him, and I can’t be selfish and spoil his chances. And Misha would make a fine hunt mistress. I’m sure I could talk her into it.”
Rafiki took in a deep breath and let it out. “Please, Uzuri?”
“I’ll do it. For Makaka.”
“Oh thank God!” Rafiki bent over and began to cry uncontrollably. “Thank God! Thank God!”
Uzuri quietly stalked over and nuzzled him.
“How is the Garu Root helping?”
“It helps,” she said with a certain reserve.
“But not as much as it used to?”
“Not quite.”
“I see.” Rafiki shook his head.
Uzuri looked at him worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, you’d just get upset with me.”
“No I wouldn’t.”
Rafiki got some Garu root and began to grate it with a flint pebble. “It’s nothing really. Sometimes I think out loud, and you’re reading too much into it.”
“If you don’t tell me, I PROMISE you I will be upset.”
Rafiki sighed. “It’s not your health, old girl. I was just thinking of something that happened to me when Simba came back. Minshasa came to me that night while I was grieving for Taka.”
“So you were there after all.”
“Yes. You don’t stop loving someone just because they hurt you.” He switched to the other side and began rubbing at the shoulder blade. “Does that feel good?”
“Well? What did she say? Am I going to have to pull it out of you a word at a time?”
Rafiki smiled. “You’re always in a hurry!”
“Rafiki!”
“All right, all right.” He scratched his head uncomfortably. “We were talking, and she asked me what I wanted as a reward for my service. And I guess I looked down at his body and thought about all the people I loved that I’ve had to watch die one by one. Maybe that was what was going through my mind.”
“And?”
“And I said that maybe I’d like a friend that would always be there for me, someone that I wouldn’t have to worry about losing. Someone that would be my friend in this world and the next.” A shy smile of mixed pride and embarrassment crept over his face. “She said, ‘That would be Uzuri.’”
Uzuri smiled. “Was that it?”
“Almost. She told me that her gift to me is that we would both die on the same day.”
Uzuri looked penetratingly into his eyes. “She offered you a gift, and you chose that?”
“I told you you’d be upset.”
“I’m not upset. I’m just--well--surprised at you. There were so many things you could have asked for.”
“That’s what I wanted then, and that’s what I want now. But you know something, old girl? I have so many things I have to do. I must train Makaka before I go to my fathers. You have to take care of yourself. I keep patching you up and sending you out for more wear and tear.” He shook his head again. “I’m glad you’re back where you belong, but why did you come back as Hunt Mistress? Misha is very good for one so young. Wouldn’t you like to live to see her do well at it? Why don’t you do that tonight?”
“But the hunt mistress is what I am! If I wasn’t that, what would I be?”
“You are so many things, all of them very special to me. Go ahead and hunt if you must, but you take such risks. I mean, every time you lunge at a wildebeest, I cringe.” He put his hands out and caressed her lovingly under the chin, running his fingertips gently across her cheeks. “I like that face the way it is,” he said reverently. “Already you have a scar across the bridge of your nose and that nick under your cheek, and that bald spot behind your ear from the gazelle.”
“Thanks for noticing,” Uzuri said a little indignantly.
“Oh gods, listen to me!” He began to gesture wildly. “Every time you go out there, I’m scared out of my wits! I can’t stand it when you get hurt. Every time you get hurt, a piece of my heart dies.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Hey you, listen to me! Avina was every bit as good as you, but gods, the horror of her face, the horror! I’ll never forget that face as long as I live! I can see that happening to you. I have nightmares about it!” He put his arms around her neck and waited a moment for his heart to stop pounding. Then he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and began to speak to her fatherly. “I know we all have to die sometime, but I don’t want you to be frightened and in pain when you die. I don’t want you gasping out your life with your ribs stove in like Beesa’s.” He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a pat. “When the time comes, I’d want you to lay your head in my lap and drift away quietly. I would give you something for your pain. Then I would wait for Minshasa to come for us. I want it said that they found us together.” Rafiki turned away quickly, wiping his eyes. “I’ll get your Garu root now.”
“Rafiki?”
The mandrill did not turn around. He began soaking the Garu root in water. “I’ll just be a moment.”
“Rafiki, if you think it’s best for Makaka that I step down, I’ll do it. You are the person to train him, and I can’t be selfish and spoil his chances. And Misha would make a fine hunt mistress. I’m sure I could talk her into it.”
Rafiki took in a deep breath and let it out. “Please, Uzuri?”
“I’ll do it. For Makaka.”
“Oh thank God!” Rafiki bent over and began to cry uncontrollably. “Thank God! Thank God!”
Uzuri quietly stalked over and nuzzled him.
CHAPTER: THE FOUR OF US
Uzuri, having pledged to take care of Elanna, is playing with Makaka when suddenly Makaka says, "We're being watched." They are by the baobab at the time.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Uzuri."
"Where are they?"
"It's a lioness. I don't know her, but she knows you. It's coming from...." He began to scan a small region of brush and trees at the edge of the savanna. As if she knew the jig was up, Elanna came stalking out into the open.
"Lannie! I thought you were dead!" Uzuri started forward.
"Don't hurt me!" Elanna said, starting backward.
"Hon, I won't hurt you. I'm your friend, remember?"
"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't hurt me." She came toward Uzuri and nuzzled her desperately, "Oh Uzuri, I've been so alone!"
"Not any more, dear. Not any more."
"But I can't come back. The others--they hate me. I just know it. They'll never let me stay." She started to cry. "Uzuri, I don't know what to do! I've been alone for the longest time. I can't stand it anymore! I tried to join Mabongo's pride but his wife is insanely jealous. She tried to kill me!"
"Oh honey tree!" Uzuri nuzzled her again.
“It was in the hunt. She said it was an accident, but I know better! I almost ended up like Avina!”
"Poor thing!” She stroked Elanna’s cheek with her paw. “You remember my sons Togo and Kombi, don't you?"
"Yes. How are they?"
"Well Kombi's a king and Togo's his Prince Consort." Uzuri smiled. "Their father died, but his death gave them a new life. Life is like the wind--if you don't like the way it's blowing, wait and it will change." She kissed Elanna's cheek. "They will be glad to take you in, my dear."
"Really?"
"Yes, and you could have a fresh start...." She frowned. "No! Your home is here, and you're going to come home where you belong."
"But they all hate me. They'll never forgive me for marrying Taka."
"I think they will. Don't you want to see your sister Sarabi again?"
"Oh gods, I'd give anything to see her. But it will never work!"
"I don't want you give anything--just the effort to trust me and come back. Give it a try."
"But facing all of them alone...."
"You're not alone. I will be with you."
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Because I love you, and because I promised Taka that I would look after you the way you asked me to look after him."
"How is he? What happened to him?"
"He died like a real lion. You would have been proud of him."
"You are good, Uzuri. So good to me. If it's the two of us, I will give it a try. It can't hurt."
"The three of us," Makaka said.
"The four of us," Rafiki said. Rafiki threw his arms around Elanna's strong neck. "First Simba came back from death. Now my Lannie. God has been generous."
Bravely, hopefully, the four friends headed for Pride Rock.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Uzuri."
"Where are they?"
"It's a lioness. I don't know her, but she knows you. It's coming from...." He began to scan a small region of brush and trees at the edge of the savanna. As if she knew the jig was up, Elanna came stalking out into the open.
"Lannie! I thought you were dead!" Uzuri started forward.
"Don't hurt me!" Elanna said, starting backward.
"Hon, I won't hurt you. I'm your friend, remember?"
"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't hurt me." She came toward Uzuri and nuzzled her desperately, "Oh Uzuri, I've been so alone!"
"Not any more, dear. Not any more."
"But I can't come back. The others--they hate me. I just know it. They'll never let me stay." She started to cry. "Uzuri, I don't know what to do! I've been alone for the longest time. I can't stand it anymore! I tried to join Mabongo's pride but his wife is insanely jealous. She tried to kill me!"
"Oh honey tree!" Uzuri nuzzled her again.
“It was in the hunt. She said it was an accident, but I know better! I almost ended up like Avina!”
"Poor thing!” She stroked Elanna’s cheek with her paw. “You remember my sons Togo and Kombi, don't you?"
"Yes. How are they?"
"Well Kombi's a king and Togo's his Prince Consort." Uzuri smiled. "Their father died, but his death gave them a new life. Life is like the wind--if you don't like the way it's blowing, wait and it will change." She kissed Elanna's cheek. "They will be glad to take you in, my dear."
"Really?"
"Yes, and you could have a fresh start...." She frowned. "No! Your home is here, and you're going to come home where you belong."
"But they all hate me. They'll never forgive me for marrying Taka."
"I think they will. Don't you want to see your sister Sarabi again?"
"Oh gods, I'd give anything to see her. But it will never work!"
"I don't want you give anything--just the effort to trust me and come back. Give it a try."
"But facing all of them alone...."
"You're not alone. I will be with you."
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Because I love you, and because I promised Taka that I would look after you the way you asked me to look after him."
"How is he? What happened to him?"
"He died like a real lion. You would have been proud of him."
"You are good, Uzuri. So good to me. If it's the two of us, I will give it a try. It can't hurt."
"The three of us," Makaka said.
"The four of us," Rafiki said. Rafiki threw his arms around Elanna's strong neck. "First Simba came back from death. Now my Lannie. God has been generous."
Bravely, hopefully, the four friends headed for Pride Rock.
THE EPILOGUE
Makaka looked anxiously toward the mouth of the cave. He was not used to being excluded from Uzuri’s presence, but Uzuri had a few words for Rafiki alone. And since she was so old and in such pain, Makaka was used to granting her every whim whenever possible. Later he planned to pour out many things from his heart--that is, if he could figure out where to begin.
Her last bout with fever had not been going well, and he resented every moment he could not spend by her side. Anasa tried to comfort her husband as well as she could, but though she was an accomplished shaman in her own right, she could not work miracles. And she thought it would take a miracle to bring the smile back to his face.
Gur’bruk and Kambra came to the cave, and they were allowed in at once. Rafiki ushered them in as if they were expected, but asked Makaka to be patient a while longer. Makaka went back to Anasa with a light flush of anger clouding his eyes.
Inside the cave, Rafiki sat bent over with age. In his lap was Uzuri’s head. She was too old and sick to pretend anymore, and when Rafiki put his hand down to stroke her cheek, she took his fingertips in her mouth and gave them a gentle squeeze between her teeth. Tears welled up in Rafiki’s eyes.
“Gur’bruk, Kambra, would you stand over there for a while?” Uzuri said hoarsely. “Be polite and don’t listen in, OK?”
The hyenas nodded respectfully and went to sit in the corner. Uzuri looked at Rafiki. “Honey Tree?”
“Yes, my dear?”
A tear began to roll down her cheek. “It must be hard to love someone the way you loved me and feel so helpless.”
“What?”
“Don’t pretend with me. A female knows these things, whether she’s a mandrill or a lioness.” A smile came to her face. “I thought you were such a fool, wanting to die with me. I didn’t understand then. You weren’t foolish at all. You were just in love.”
“You can’t die, Honey Tree. You mustn’t think of dying.”
“Now you ARE being a fool.” She coughed so hard that her whole body shook. “Don’t worry, my dear friend. Death is but a doorway to the world of Ka, and we will go through the door together. I’ll wait for you in the east. Then we’ll be together forever.”
“Forever,” Rafiki said, his tears splashing on her soft cheek. “That’s a long time to put up with me.”
“I’ve had practice.” She coughed again, this time weaker. “Maybe we won’t be so different on the other side.”
“How are you feeling, old girl? Did the herbs help you any?”
“I can’t tell,” she gasped. Her face clouded with pain. “No, they didn’t! Do you have anything stronger?”
Rafiki looked up helplessly. “Kambra? Gur’bruk?”
Old Gur'bruk came and looked deeply into her eyes. “What color are my eyes?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Come on, Uzuri. What color are they?”
“Well...hazel. No, brownish green...or green. Yes, green. Or is it the light in here? Now they look blue.”
“Blue?”
“Yes. Sky blue. No, there are clouds and...it's the sky!”
Rafiki stroked her head lovingly. “The sky?”
“Yes! I can see the clouds move!”
Gur’bruk smiled. “Are there birds in the sky, dear?”
“A red bird. Can you see him, Rafiki?”
“Yes.” He wiped away his tears quickly and began to fondle her shoulder and arm while there was still time.
“That red bird is your pain,” Gur’bruk. “It’s flying away. Can you feel it flying away? Getting less and less?”
“Yes.” Her jaw trembled. "Yes, it's going. Thank the gods, it's finally going. It's finally....oh look, it’s Ugas! Ugas! My beloved has come back for me! He’s come back for...." Her breath went out.
Gur’bruk looks up, heartbroken. “Rafiki....”
“I know.” The mandrill touched Gur’bruk’s cheek and fondled Kambra’s neck. “I need a moment alone with her. Please give me that, but don’t tell Makaka she’s dead. I want to tell him myself.”
Gur’bruk found Makaka still sitting anxiously at the mouth of the cave waiting for some word on her condition.
“How is she?”
“Resting peacefully,” Gur’bruk said.
“Well, is she going to be all right?”
Kambra nuzzled Makaka. “Ask Rafiki. But I wouldn’t go in there just yet--he’s very busy.” She slinked off with Gur’bruk, anxious to be clear of the cave before the tears started.
Makaka turned to Anasa. “I know Rafiki was close to her, but so was I. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I think I ought to be in there. I mean, those two got in.”
“They came to help,” Anasa said firmly. “You should show them respect.”
“I’m sorry.” He hugged her. “I don’t know what I’d do if she died. Really, I don’t.”
Meanwhile, Rafiki swept Uzuri’s eyes closed and gently sealed them with a small drop of Dwe’dwe resin. “You must look good, old girl. Your son is coming for a last look-see.”
He pushed her claws back in and smoothed her ears back. He gently put her tongue back between her teeth and lifted her jaw, bracing it up with an arm so that she looked asleep. Then from the locket around his neck he took some silverleaf and rubbed it between his hands, stroking it lovingly into her fur along with his tears. “I want you to smell nice, old girl. I wish I’d had jasmine--it was Penda’s favorite. There now, you look presentable.”
Suddenly he began to sob. “Oh gods, you were always beautiful to me!” He grabbed her paw, giving it a squeeze, kissing it and holding it to his cheek. “Uzuri, my beautiful Uzuri! Remember when we first met? How young we were? Soon we’ll both be fresh and new, my beloved. Your shoulder won’t be stiff anymore.” He laid her paw down and gently ran his fingertips over her bad shoulder. “I bet half the time it wasn’t even hurting, you little trickster. You just wanted my attention.” Tears coursed down his cheeks. “I didn’t mind it one bit. Not one bit. We had an understanding, you and I.”
Makaka sat in anticipation for several more minutes, but loyally he had not moved a single inch. Nor would he if it took days.
“Rafiki?” he called. “Can I come in now? Will she see me?”
The old mandrill came out of the cave. He had a relieved look on his face, and Makaka breathed a sigh. “Good news?”
Rafiki said, “Yes. No more pain. It’s over.”
“Over so soon? You’re a genius, Rafiki! How did you do it?”
Seeing that Makaka did not understand, Rafiki said, “It’s over. Over for good.”
“Over?” Makaka pushed past him and ran into the cave. “Mother? Mother??”
In the dark, he encountered Uzuri’s still warm body. Instinctively he knew the truth. “Oh Gods!” He fell on her body, stroking her neck and kissing her still face. “Mother! Oh Gods! Don’t leave me! Come back, Mother! Don’t leave me!”
Makaka felt the familiar hand of Rafiki on his shoulder. “Son, it was her time. She lived a long life. She was happy. She was loved. You should remember the good she did and be glad.”
Makaka looked around at him in the dark. “How can you say that like it was nothing? I thought you loved her as much as I did! I thought she was your friend!”
Rafiki looked at him, a soft smile on his face and a light in his eyes that made his plain face absolutely beautiful. “Maybe I know something that you don’t. Maybe your mother isn’t out there somewhere.” He patted his chest. “Maybe she’s right in here.”
Tears flooded Makaka’s eyes and he took the frail mandrill in his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know.”
“I have a father too. I love him and I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings.”
“You keep talking like that and I WILL cry.” Rafiki kissed him on the cheek. “I must go now, Makaka my son. You stay here with your mother and pray over her, then you get Misha and Swala to help you move her. You’ll also want them to tell the pride sisters and the King.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going on a journey. I had to delay it because of Uzuri, but now I can’t wait any longer. Take care of yourself, my son. You’re in charge till I get back. That might be a very long time.”
Rafiki left the cave without looking back. He didn’t want Makaka to know it was the last time they would meet in this world.
Anasa was waiting for him. “Does he know yet?”
“No. And just you remember what we discussed.” Rafiki kissed her cheek. “Wait until the next full moon, then tell him that Zazu found me by Elephant Kopje.”
She ran her fingertips around Rafiki’s eye and touched him beneath the chin. “Aiheu abamami.”
“Aiheu abamami,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. “No tears now. You must be strong for his sake. Watch over him for me. And remember, not a word.” Rafiki took the locket of Mano’s fur and placed it around her neck. “Give this to him later. I won’t need it where I’m going.”
The old mandrill took up his staff and turned toward the east. He looked ahead, not at the trees or even the horizon, but beyond the sun and moon where Minshasa waited for him.
THE END: UNDER THE ACACIAS
Her last bout with fever had not been going well, and he resented every moment he could not spend by her side. Anasa tried to comfort her husband as well as she could, but though she was an accomplished shaman in her own right, she could not work miracles. And she thought it would take a miracle to bring the smile back to his face.
Gur’bruk and Kambra came to the cave, and they were allowed in at once. Rafiki ushered them in as if they were expected, but asked Makaka to be patient a while longer. Makaka went back to Anasa with a light flush of anger clouding his eyes.
Inside the cave, Rafiki sat bent over with age. In his lap was Uzuri’s head. She was too old and sick to pretend anymore, and when Rafiki put his hand down to stroke her cheek, she took his fingertips in her mouth and gave them a gentle squeeze between her teeth. Tears welled up in Rafiki’s eyes.
“Gur’bruk, Kambra, would you stand over there for a while?” Uzuri said hoarsely. “Be polite and don’t listen in, OK?”
The hyenas nodded respectfully and went to sit in the corner. Uzuri looked at Rafiki. “Honey Tree?”
“Yes, my dear?”
A tear began to roll down her cheek. “It must be hard to love someone the way you loved me and feel so helpless.”
“What?”
“Don’t pretend with me. A female knows these things, whether she’s a mandrill or a lioness.” A smile came to her face. “I thought you were such a fool, wanting to die with me. I didn’t understand then. You weren’t foolish at all. You were just in love.”
“You can’t die, Honey Tree. You mustn’t think of dying.”
“Now you ARE being a fool.” She coughed so hard that her whole body shook. “Don’t worry, my dear friend. Death is but a doorway to the world of Ka, and we will go through the door together. I’ll wait for you in the east. Then we’ll be together forever.”
“Forever,” Rafiki said, his tears splashing on her soft cheek. “That’s a long time to put up with me.”
“I’ve had practice.” She coughed again, this time weaker. “Maybe we won’t be so different on the other side.”
“How are you feeling, old girl? Did the herbs help you any?”
“I can’t tell,” she gasped. Her face clouded with pain. “No, they didn’t! Do you have anything stronger?”
Rafiki looked up helplessly. “Kambra? Gur’bruk?”
Old Gur'bruk came and looked deeply into her eyes. “What color are my eyes?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Come on, Uzuri. What color are they?”
“Well...hazel. No, brownish green...or green. Yes, green. Or is it the light in here? Now they look blue.”
“Blue?”
“Yes. Sky blue. No, there are clouds and...it's the sky!”
Rafiki stroked her head lovingly. “The sky?”
“Yes! I can see the clouds move!”
Gur’bruk smiled. “Are there birds in the sky, dear?”
“A red bird. Can you see him, Rafiki?”
“Yes.” He wiped away his tears quickly and began to fondle her shoulder and arm while there was still time.
“That red bird is your pain,” Gur’bruk. “It’s flying away. Can you feel it flying away? Getting less and less?”
“Yes.” Her jaw trembled. "Yes, it's going. Thank the gods, it's finally going. It's finally....oh look, it’s Ugas! Ugas! My beloved has come back for me! He’s come back for...." Her breath went out.
Gur’bruk looks up, heartbroken. “Rafiki....”
“I know.” The mandrill touched Gur’bruk’s cheek and fondled Kambra’s neck. “I need a moment alone with her. Please give me that, but don’t tell Makaka she’s dead. I want to tell him myself.”
Gur’bruk found Makaka still sitting anxiously at the mouth of the cave waiting for some word on her condition.
“How is she?”
“Resting peacefully,” Gur’bruk said.
“Well, is she going to be all right?”
Kambra nuzzled Makaka. “Ask Rafiki. But I wouldn’t go in there just yet--he’s very busy.” She slinked off with Gur’bruk, anxious to be clear of the cave before the tears started.
Makaka turned to Anasa. “I know Rafiki was close to her, but so was I. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I think I ought to be in there. I mean, those two got in.”
“They came to help,” Anasa said firmly. “You should show them respect.”
“I’m sorry.” He hugged her. “I don’t know what I’d do if she died. Really, I don’t.”
Meanwhile, Rafiki swept Uzuri’s eyes closed and gently sealed them with a small drop of Dwe’dwe resin. “You must look good, old girl. Your son is coming for a last look-see.”
He pushed her claws back in and smoothed her ears back. He gently put her tongue back between her teeth and lifted her jaw, bracing it up with an arm so that she looked asleep. Then from the locket around his neck he took some silverleaf and rubbed it between his hands, stroking it lovingly into her fur along with his tears. “I want you to smell nice, old girl. I wish I’d had jasmine--it was Penda’s favorite. There now, you look presentable.”
Suddenly he began to sob. “Oh gods, you were always beautiful to me!” He grabbed her paw, giving it a squeeze, kissing it and holding it to his cheek. “Uzuri, my beautiful Uzuri! Remember when we first met? How young we were? Soon we’ll both be fresh and new, my beloved. Your shoulder won’t be stiff anymore.” He laid her paw down and gently ran his fingertips over her bad shoulder. “I bet half the time it wasn’t even hurting, you little trickster. You just wanted my attention.” Tears coursed down his cheeks. “I didn’t mind it one bit. Not one bit. We had an understanding, you and I.”
Makaka sat in anticipation for several more minutes, but loyally he had not moved a single inch. Nor would he if it took days.
“Rafiki?” he called. “Can I come in now? Will she see me?”
The old mandrill came out of the cave. He had a relieved look on his face, and Makaka breathed a sigh. “Good news?”
Rafiki said, “Yes. No more pain. It’s over.”
“Over so soon? You’re a genius, Rafiki! How did you do it?”
Seeing that Makaka did not understand, Rafiki said, “It’s over. Over for good.”
“Over?” Makaka pushed past him and ran into the cave. “Mother? Mother??”
In the dark, he encountered Uzuri’s still warm body. Instinctively he knew the truth. “Oh Gods!” He fell on her body, stroking her neck and kissing her still face. “Mother! Oh Gods! Don’t leave me! Come back, Mother! Don’t leave me!”
Makaka felt the familiar hand of Rafiki on his shoulder. “Son, it was her time. She lived a long life. She was happy. She was loved. You should remember the good she did and be glad.”
Makaka looked around at him in the dark. “How can you say that like it was nothing? I thought you loved her as much as I did! I thought she was your friend!”
Rafiki looked at him, a soft smile on his face and a light in his eyes that made his plain face absolutely beautiful. “Maybe I know something that you don’t. Maybe your mother isn’t out there somewhere.” He patted his chest. “Maybe she’s right in here.”
Tears flooded Makaka’s eyes and he took the frail mandrill in his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know.”
“I have a father too. I love him and I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings.”
“You keep talking like that and I WILL cry.” Rafiki kissed him on the cheek. “I must go now, Makaka my son. You stay here with your mother and pray over her, then you get Misha and Swala to help you move her. You’ll also want them to tell the pride sisters and the King.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going on a journey. I had to delay it because of Uzuri, but now I can’t wait any longer. Take care of yourself, my son. You’re in charge till I get back. That might be a very long time.”
Rafiki left the cave without looking back. He didn’t want Makaka to know it was the last time they would meet in this world.
Anasa was waiting for him. “Does he know yet?”
“No. And just you remember what we discussed.” Rafiki kissed her cheek. “Wait until the next full moon, then tell him that Zazu found me by Elephant Kopje.”
She ran her fingertips around Rafiki’s eye and touched him beneath the chin. “Aiheu abamami.”
“Aiheu abamami,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. “No tears now. You must be strong for his sake. Watch over him for me. And remember, not a word.” Rafiki took the locket of Mano’s fur and placed it around her neck. “Give this to him later. I won’t need it where I’m going.”
The old mandrill took up his staff and turned toward the east. He looked ahead, not at the trees or even the horizon, but beyond the sun and moon where Minshasa waited for him.
Come gentle night, stealing through the rushes;
The sun is sinking lower in the sky,
Stars wink in amid the azure heavens
And I can feel that God is very nigh.
My path grows short, home is drawing nearer;
Soon I will be laying down to rest.
Do not mourn, for it is Aiheu calling
And I will find a place among the blessed.
THE END: UNDER THE ACACIAS
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