Juhudi ran into the mainland when a huge wave rose only to part a few feet away from him. He was here.
He saw Aziza’s door ajar. Swazuri was lying on the floor.
He walked to the back of the hut but the old woman was not there. He walked back into the hut, picked Swazuri and cradled her in his arms as he waited for destiny to do as it pleased. How could he have not known that the old woman had been right? The huge wave hitting shore meant that he would take the girl and he would never behold his daughter’s eyes or hear her laughter. How many more daughters would the goddess give unto him only to take away when they turned seven?
He was a Prince. The only living Prince of Sirens and to love and lose love was unbearable. He could have wished for another life, a simple life as a mere mortal, but even then…the goddess knew what moved the heavens and the earth.
A shadow fell on him. The moon hidden by the clouds could only fathom his sorrow.
“I am here for my daughter.”
“She is sleeping.”
“Do you question the goddess? You traded your life for the mainland, brother, do not make demands that you cannot fulfill. Now, hand over the child, I have to get back before the sun rises.”
“Brother, please, let me hold her a little while. All these years, I have never asked you for anything whenever the goddess sent you, she is my soul, brother…she is my soul, who else would know how to make me smile on this realm?”
“You chose your fate Juhudi. I did not ask you to. However, I will let you hold her a while and then I will take her back to her people.”
“How are mother and Father?”
Juhudi looked at the girl sleeping in his arms. Aziza must have charmed her to sleep for she neither tossed nor turned, the steady rise and fall of her chest was all he could prove that she lived. Her beautiful green eyes now shut, her nose resembled her mother’s. The only daughter of the Lake, Nyanam, a Queen by her own rights. His only regret was that he never told her how much he loved her mother. He’d been on land for centuries, but seeing Nyanam for the first time in Likoni warmed his spirit.
At first he approached her saying that he was a native, a Digo, but she could see through his charm and told him to play her his flute that night. Nyanam unlike their daughter Swazuri, had blue eyes.
When he looked into her eyes, she often said that his changed from blue to green, and that his soul was a troubled one.
He looked up when Lawama, his younger brother, cleared his throat.
Juhudi gently handed over his daughter, the only Princess his heart and soul cherished and watched as Lawama walked towards the ocean where the goddess awaited.
Swazuri, like the six sisters who went before her, would be trained to fight the goddess Ghadhabu, and protect the main land from the wrath of the seas.