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?’
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