They had their saddles removed from their backs upon a return from their recent long journey. But the queen faced a formidable pressing dilemma to attend to. She went to the stalls, and whispered in sympathetic tone; “hush my beauties, hush now. I must oblige you to a one more journey again.” She spoke to them softly feeling heaviness in her heart. If she didn’t have to take the trip, her wishes would have been for her stallions to take a good long rest. But then fate; as she knew it; demanded of her to attend to a more pressing matter. The stallions shrieked! They lifted off their front hinds high up into the air, and bowed to the queen’s grace. They asserted their readiness that all was fine with them if she wished them to serve. The queen saddled her stallions and embarked into a clear night. She was armored with a shiny silver sword sheathed in silver clothing, which was bestowed upon her by the Almighty. She feared nothing of the darkness, and she set out into the clear night.

Gallop! Gallop! Gallop! The stallions took upon the narrow path covered with wild greens and thorns that blind the eye. They fiercely roared into the open air. But the queen was lost in deep thoughts, and she held the reins firm within her grip guiding her stallions through the darkness.

The moon shone in ample bluish, and the stallions galloped with fervor power. Gallop, gallop, gallop they did leaving the dirt roads behind.

“My children,” the queen whispered to herself; “my sons and daughters,” she gazed into the open space lost in thoughts. She was one to respond to each soul that was hers. She recognized their hearts and their love for her, and she did reciprocate to the feelings she was adorned with. Her sons/daughters were the only thing she cared for in the universe, and now she had to ascertain their well being wherever they were. And, gallop, gallop, gallop she rode her stallions to ascertain their safety, The queen never had a spoken communication with her sons and daughters. She knew she resided deep within them, and they resided deep within her. She recognized each one of them through her mystical power that none of her sons and daughters doubted her love for them. High up in the heights, the dark blue night skies twinkled with bright small stars. The queen’s most cherished children; her Martyrs; rose in alert of the queen’s demanding lonely journey, and they readied themselves with synergy to protect their queen once more again.

The stallions galloped past any obstacle they encountered puffing warm air through their nostrils. And the queen held the reins steadfastly governing her path towards her sons and daughters.

It was only recently that she discovered her children residing way afar were oblivious to what they made habits of inhaling. A toxic and fatal virus was lurking around wherever her precious flesh and blood thought was fine and safe. She felt uneasy and commanded her stallions to hurry faster. And, gallop, gallop, gallop her stallions did pushing the dirt road paths!

“My precious children,” the queen’s face grew worried and anxious. “My sons and daughters,” she recited vowing not to lose even a single one of them.

And in the high of heights, the queen’s Martyrs were also alert to what their siblings were administered to. They beckoned their sheer mystical powers and set forth to protect the queen’s sons and daughters; their brothers and sisters that is! As it happened, amidst the queen’s calm empire, a handful of her own flesh and blood were wrapped up in their own wrath, and thus declared bankruptcy in their faith and value system. They relentlessly showered their fatal venoms upon their own brothers and sisters; their own siblings! They sought roiling every calm water they mastered to find, and they made mockery of the noble with a spiteful indignation. They opened shops of doom selling themselves short and blackmailing their siblings to sell out for small changes too. Armed with self-loath, they declared their voices siding with vultures. They danced egoistically!

Furthermore, the despicable openly sermonized values of despair, futility, selfishness and self-loath. Their virus spread like a wild fire, and their oblivious siblings chocked lifeless with the toxicity spread upon them.

And the despicable insolvents made headways declaring generosity as foolishness; kindness as neophyte; selflessness as weakness; steadfastness as backwardness; courage as foolhardiness and value as intricacy.

The fever spread wild across. The queen’s most recent adds; her young; were the most vulnerable. They too started shivering under the toxicity of such malice. Her elderly gave way early unable to sift the truth. They got disoriented from the spiteful virus and the fatigue worn upon them form their past long journey. They became less hopeful and fragile. They got severely disoriented by the toxicity. And the kaput made enormous gains. They declared supremacy openly toying with the noble. The queen’s cherished children; her Martyrs; stood in observance from the high of heights following her trails. Their sprits were angered to witness the insolvent bunch delude their brothers and sisters with such wickedness. Their spirits raged, and they patiently stood on watch against such cruelty until the queen arrived. And soon, there was a roaring noise! The clouds turned reddish and the winds blew fiercely. The earth shook, and the princess continued her way towards her children as fast as she could.

Her noble sons and daughters got restless in their sleeps. They foresaw a vivid dream of an avid queen with shining silver sword riding strong stallions formidably. She was approaching them with power and stamina. They got disillusioned and argued amongst each other whether what they saw was a dream or not. And if it were a dream, how come many of them remembered similar scenes of such a dream? They tried to make sense of their dreams!

Once again, they collectively heard a rumbling sound of some fierce and pure beasts approaching. They grew restless! The wise in them predicted something was about to come. They started listening closely, and what they heard felt familiar. Their faces started wearing life. They directed their ears to the roars of the thunderous noise that was approaching. Their hopes started wearing life! The esteemed visionary amongst them started betting the Princess of Kingdoms was on her way. They recognized the rumbling thunderous adventure! The Princess of Kingdoms always came with such passion! They knew! They felt it! ”She is coming! The Princess of Hearts has arrived! The Queen of Kingdoms has come … Glory!” They chanted.

The fierce rumbling sounds approached with enormity that even humbled the most despicable.

And the queen approached fast! Gallop, gallop, gallop she rode her stallions to her destiny. And the queen’s cherished children; her Martyrs; took their positions to protect her once more. Their spirits raged with the notion that few despicable bunch had toyed with their brothers and sisters.

The galloping thunderous noise approached faster than anticipated. The innocent and most vulnerable of the queen’s flesh and blood sensed that a show of grace was coming to town. They fled their covers, and went out to the open. They waved their small arms up in the air, and they circled around, not fearing whatever storm would land upon them. They trusted their instincts!

And they cheered, “The Princess of Hearts is in town! The Queen is in town!” And they danced in a ring which sparkled their beauty.

Upon her arrival, the queen reined her stallions to a halt! The stallions shrieked with full power, and raised their front hinds to the grace of the Princess of Hearts!

They self-assuredly shrieked once more to declare their queen had arrived safe! But the queen’s young continued sprinting with passion, and they shouted; “The queen has arrived! The queen has arrived!” They swayed like butterflies winging their small shoulders with angelic rhythm.

The queen circled the young spirits and to her heart’s contents; she smiled! But the small spirits went about their rhythmic dances. They lost themselves into the abyss of passion. She felt for them! She smiled and watched the ceremony. The little spirits felt warmth they never understood before, and they galvanized their spirits seeping into the heart of their queen. They too helplessly surrendered to her magical love. And their dances only added vigor.

“The queen has arrived! Our queen . . .” they chanted with sheer passion. The doubtful looked out through their windows, and whispered amongst each other whatever they were witnessing was supposed to be only in a dream. But then, the most courageous came out with their offerings and lost no time getting in line with the swaying passionate rhythms.

They too chanted, “The Princess of Hearts! … Our queen has arrived!” The queen raised her silver sword high into the air and greeted the passion. And out aloud she thundered her voice saying "Yohana to you all!" She felt frivolous with the sight of such liveliness. She felt helplessly captivated by the small spirits. She fell in love with them one more time.

”Let the drums echo!” She commanded atop of her lungs. “Let the flutes crackle! Let the voices carry!”

Soon, her daughters came ululating atop of their lungs. Her sons too came out swaying in magical colors. The queen returned her silver sword into the sheath. From the high of heights, her cherished Martyrs smiled watching the little angels dancing. They too relaxed from the alertness they anticipated earlier.

More ululations joined the circus of passion. The queen resigned with triumphant smile feeling her smallest angels were seeping deep into her heart. Her eyes were close to tears sensing that she too was seeping deep into their hearts. And the drums echoed into the dark blue sky with vigor. More ululations followed!

”Never again! I won’t lose any of you! No more!” Her eyes welled up with warm tears, and she looked up high into the skies. Her cherished Martyrs felt invigorated with the sight. They smiled happily! They too echoed their drums loud for all creation to hear.

“My precious children! Never again,” the queen sobbed as she watched the warmth surrounding her. She demanded the drums echo louder for all to hear. “Never again!” She vowed.

The despicable insolvents watching the ceremony from a distance grew restless, and they argued amongst each other; accusing one another for their misgivings. The queen watched her surrounding carefully. She summoned her strength, and thundered her voice once more, "Yohana to all of us!" And she raised her silver sword high in the air. Her demeanor was matter of fact. Her face was serene and sober. She raised her voice and asked if her children would want to come with her. The courageous and all the small spirits miraculously fit on the queen’s ride.

The despicable looked amongst each other and hesitated to voice their choice. The queen looked down at them with pity and asked them; “must you hate so much that you had to hurt yourselves?”

“Must you render helpless to your egos? Must you not remember where you came from? Must you not remember my treacherous past? Must you be fools enough to lose your dignity? Must you fall victims to small changes?” The despicable bunch huddled together and started shivering in awful fear and shame.

”Answer me!?” The queen thundered her voice. “Must you dare touch my cherished assets? Must you attempt sabotaging me to lose my sons and daughters again? Must you always wish me in a black dress? Must you need me to weep in the dark? Must you wish me sadness? Must you attempt to destroy my values? Must you tarnish my children’s names as you please?”

The queen felt disheartened. Her Martyrs too turned red with rage. She carefully studied each and every heart of the despicable kaput. She couldn’t read vision, compassion, love, strength, courage, value and goodwill. She in fact read their hatred, wrath, bitterness, vengeance, mockery and ill-will. Summing up her intuitions, she forgave their malevolence, and said goodbye in her heart. She stepped aside, and strode towards her cherished assets. Just as she did, she heard a huge crushing noise and bewildered she turned around alerted by the wave.

Out of the dark blue skies, a huge orange fireball descended with such precision, that the entire despicable bunch were left scorched where they stood.

The queen closed her eyes momentarily putting the odds together, but then she summoned her strength and accounted for her noble sons and daughters. They were all there watching astonished! They too witnessed the despicable kaput turn into ashes in a surprise. And they breathed a sigh of relief. The queen felt a bit thrown aback by the verdict from the heavens, but then she mustered courage. ”Let the drums echo!” The queen thundered her voice. “Let the voices carry!” And the queen’s last edition; her young; carried on sprinting with passion, and they shouted; “No more illness! We ain’t gonna get sick no more! The queen has arrived! Our queen has arrived!” They swayed dreamily into the night. They adorned her sight with graceful angelic rhythm. And the drums echoed loud for all creation to hear!

The queen swayed with passion and vitality too! She couldn’t help it but the small spirits had touched her heart. “No more illness,” she repeated to herself mimicking their sing-sang chants.

The queen raised her silver sword high into the air again, and sternly declared, “He who shall touch my children has no place in my heart!” Her voice thundered for all creation to hear.

The queen’s young reached out and touched the shining silver sword, and they begged the queen to grant them such a sword. The queen smiled sweetly, and told them they could carry it in their hearts if they wished to. And she told them, “if you must know, you will find it kept where it would be safe for times of need. Deep in here …” she said patting her heart.

And the queen’s young resonated; “Yohana! Yohana! Yohana! … Yohana!” They swayed lost in the arroyo of passion with verve. And the drums echoed louder. More ululations poured into the passionate night.

Peace overshadowed ill-will as ardor stirred into the dark blue night! More ululations reverberated throughout the dark blue skies, and high in the heights, the drums echoed louder and louder for all creation to hear! And the music kept on going in the high of heights. The Queen of Kingdoms; The Princess of Hears; smiled brightly dancing with her children.

Her sons and daughters swayed along with her rhythms. "Yohana Eritrea," they sang and rejoiced her earnestly, vowing to defend her against all odds.

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History will confess as such that there are a people; the
Sons/Daughters of Eritrea; who defeat unsurpassable odds.
And Yohana they sing every tough corner they encounter.
The only way forward that they know is singing
Yohana …Yohana … Yohana …
Many times Yohana!!

And we ain’t talking only about the past either, it is right here in the present and poised to pour into the future indeed. Forever that is!

Beware! Such a fact, even the deluded bankrupts know it for real!

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