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sent the mountains roaring

      To level with the ground,

      While plains were upwards heaved to form new mountain ranges.

      The shattered world—

      Not yet defiled by human beings,

      By grass and trees, and beasts,

      Was cringing and shudd’ring before this awe-inspiring Voice

      Of the Highest of the Very High.

      ‘Being most imperfect – listen to the voice

      Of thy Lord and Master.

      I beseeched thee to create and my commands

      Are not for thee to question.

      Thy duty it is to do and not to doubt—

      Thy duty it is to obey without a murmur.

      Thou shalt do what I commanded thee to do

      Whether thou seest the reason or not.

      The purpose behind the creation of all the Universe

      Is known to ME alone

      And with me it shall rest a secret

      Till the end of Time.

      Proceed to create as I commanded,

      Without delay!’

      The Goddess rose and stood on the summit of Mount Taba-Zimbi—

      The eternal Iron Mountain.

      She stood erect, a pillar of incredible beauty

      Such as no mortal has ever or will ever see.

      Her golden glittering eyes pierced the dark of the starry sky

      And peered into the remotest reaches of Infinity

      Where, far, oh so far away

      She could vaguely discern the blaze of Light,

      The formless, ageless, immortal uNkulunkulu;

      The Highest of the High.

      Slowly Ma raised her luminous hands to the heavens;

      The sorrow and pity she felt o’er her great loneliness

      Evaporating to the seven winds—

      And op’ning her silvery lips she spoke:

      ‘Thou hast spoken, oh Great Spirit, and I have heard;

      As a tool and a toy in thy Hand I shall obey forthwith

      The ev’ry command for better or worse.’

      A dreadful silence fell upon the earth

      And the troubled heavens were stilled,

      While the sea which had been devouring

      With its waves vast areas of land,

      Retreated to the coast, shamefully like a boy

      Caught in an act of naughtiness.

      For the first time in its existence the Universe

      Had heard the voice of the Great, the Supremely High.

      As the great red sun went to rest beyond the jagged mountains

      And the drifting clouds caught his fiery light on their bellies,

      The first Goddess heard His voice once again:

      ‘Oh, imperfect being, your wish for a partner

      Shall soon be granted.’

      The silvery Goddess’s golden luminous eyes

      Lit with a glow of joy so intense

      That only a Goddess can feel – and still live—

      While the roaring liquid fire flowing through her crystal veins

      Grew hotter and roared through her quivering body

      With greater, far greater, fury than that

      Of the waters that thunder o’er Kebura-Ba-Sa rapids.

      Her chest so heavily laden with four immense breasts,

      Each with a sharp pointed nipple of emerald green,

      Heaved as she let out a gusty sigh o’er her heartfelt relief.

      The heat of her breath which could vaporise elephants

      Left her dilated nostrils and wide open mouth

      In three shimm’ring jets and which merged in a cloud

      Of red-hot searing luminescence.

      ‘Great Master,’ asked she,

      ‘What manner of companion wilt thou send me?’

      ‘You are what in future shall be known as a female

      And your opposite shall be your companion – a Male!’

      ‘A male?’ asked the Goddess, bathing in pools of intense invisible joy,

      ‘What shall this, Oh my Master, this Male be like in appearance?

      Will it share my beauty with me?’

      * * *

      ‘Verily’ – thundered the Almighty Spirit

      Across the boundless reaches of Infinity—

      ‘In my presence nothing is ugly – nothing beautiful.’

      ‘Great One,’ insisted Ma,

      Her curiosity smoth’ring her being complete—

      ‘Surely your child has the right to know more

      About the companion you hold as a prospect for her!

      Of what use will he be to me?’

      ‘He shall bring contentment to you

      And both you and he will bring forth

      Life upon the earth.’

      ‘But what will he look like?’ the over-curious Goddess insisted,

      ‘Will he be something as lovely as I?’

      To which the Great Spirit made no reply.

      ‘What will he look like,’ insisted Ma,

      ‘How shall I recognise him?’

      ‘He will be conscious, though unlike yourself,

      More I refuse to disclose.’

      The Goddess retired forthwith

      To her sanctuary under the hill

      To rest awhile, but not sleep—

      For Gods and Goddesses never sleep.

      Her mind was full of lovely dreams

      Of her future companion male,

      And curiosity burnt through her soul

      As she wondered at what he can be

      And what contentment he will bring to her.

      But above all she wished that he’d be

      A being as beautiful as herself

      In spite of the diff’rence foretold.

      She patiently waited with burning flames of desire

      And as the night wore on the Goddess, who ate

      Particular kinds of a metal for food,

      Felt hungry indeed and leaving her cave

      Searched through the plains for her favourite dish.

      The first thing she found was howe’er a piece

      Of

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