Prologue
Women of ancient Africa often assumed transcendent and powerful leadership roles. As oracles, spirit mediums, seers, and advisors, women were prominent in spiritual systems across the contintent.
Princesses and Queens led nations and tribes. “Lovedu”, a tender but powerful monarch, reigned supreme. Women were respected and honored, as equal as any man.
Then came colonization, and the slave trade. Survival and exploitation replaced spirituality, and co-existence. A land was infected, poisoned and raided. For people.
The Worst became the Powerful.
No longer princesses or queens, females were relegated to subservient roles, bearers of children, keepers of homes, tenders of fields in a world ruled by power, brutality and greed.
Victims of a land turned and tainted, but not yet evolved, lawless and broken.
A world without Justice.
But some, with a Sjambash on one hip and Rungu on the other, Ngulu blade extending from their shoulder blades, a Nguba strapped on their forearm, brought justice.
They did not accept their daughters, mothers and sisters being raped, beaten and killed, their brothers, fathers deceived and taken, their cities and villages harvesting grounds.
They did not accept the treatment of their fellow women, young and old.
The stories spread by word. 2 sisters freed. A tainted chieftain disappears. A trans-sahara “shipment” disrupted and liberated.
A trail of blood and bodies that grew each time a story was told.
The people called them “udadenethu mahakara.”
Sisters. Sisters of Justice.