So Spoilt

Imagine this - The Male African Lion

They lazy, depend on their female “staff” for everything, including providing food.  They will however, protect their pride from intruders and from danger.  Once an African, always an African. 

 After 15 years, I still get the urge to run around with my spear, shield, and pretend I am Tshaka the Zulu, but I am only female and I must take care of my Nduna.  The Nduna “Chief Headsman” of the Matulich clam. 

If the Nduna is tired I must make him a comfortable spot to sleep, if he is hungry I must go out and kill for him to eat.  He is the Matulich Nduna.  Attached is how the Matulich Nduna is treated with respect and love.  How he is worshiped.  How the Nduna is to be treated.  He is Nduna Malaika.

No comments at this time, I am out hunting, his women are out hunting.  We see zebra and giraffe.  

Nduna is spoilt.  He is his mother's child.  His mother loves him.  Yes, this picture shows it all. 

The man in my life.  So spoilt. 

I am 60 pounds and I still want my mum to carry me.

Swimming

Grandma, grandma,

I was swimming and this this (sobbing) horrible dog kept starting trouble with me, so I got up on my mum's back.  If I bite him, I would have to leave the beach, so I climbed up and we made the dog leave the beach. Here I am safe from the horrible dog on mum’s back.  Inkie led the dog away from me.  Grandma I was afraid.  Inkie was afraid as well, but she kept me, Duna safe.

Mum said that some owners are stupid and should take care of their dogs, like she takes care of us.  Sob, sob, sob.

The black and white dog was evicted.

Christmas

We were getting our Christmas pictures taken by Mr. Gary’s in his house.  It was fine until someone yelled “CHEESE”.  I looked under Santa’s beard, (Santa was a woman) and would you believe there was no cheese.  Why would they tease me like that?  Everyone knows I love cheese!

Initiation to manhood

Mum decided that it was time for my initiation to manhood.  I wasn’t sure what this meant, but I was ready.  Mum stayed home one Thursday and took us for a 30 minute ride.  I was excited the smells were different, Inkozosana was there, and we were going somewhere.   We got to this place; we walked a little while mum made us pee.  Around 8:15am mum put Ink back in the car and took me into this building.  I got to meet Ms. Deb.  Then Dr. Hall.  I don’t like doctors.   Well I walked like a brave young warrior with my mum.  We went into this room, he checked me out, touched my ballaas.  It was weird, now I was afraid.  Well then he gave me a few injections, mum said something about pre-op.  I was really afraid.  Then mum handed Dr. Hall my leash and left me.  I was scared.  After then I don’t know what happened.  Mum picked me up about 1:30 with my sisters.  I was mad.  I peed in the house and showed her I was Nduna and I was back.  That night mum held me and whispered, “Du, my sweet baby, you are now a man”.  I guess that was initiation to manhood where ever Dr. Hall did.   Grandma, my ballaas hurt terribly.   I think they shrinking now.  I don’t like this.  Mum does check them every day to make sure they still there I guess and they haven’t fallen off.  They look like they sewn together.  

My Nose

I am growing up, smells make me go crazy.   Yesterday I was okay, today when Ink walked by I got excited.  I am not sure what is happening to me.  When Ink pees I get randy.  Mum caught me and asked me  what I was doing, imitating a  donkey braying, I must have "Duna stop worrying Ink disease", as that is what mum yells all the time.   I was looking up licking my lips and my brain was all going weird.  I felt things I never felt before; my chonkie was doing my thinking.  I am a growing boy.  Mum keeps chasing after me as I want to ride Ink and my body moves to some Congo dancing song.  

My nose is huge I guess because I need to smell stuff and find women.  I am a boy, a growing young man.  I am Nduna Malaika and I am learning about girls.  

Honesty - Is Honesty a Virtue?

Since I am a teenager, I have been very naughty.  It is really not me, Inkozosana instigates and finds things to do and break that make mom mad and then she punishes us.  We get time out for doing stuff.  I learnt my lesson, but then Ink breaks stuff and mum cannot punish one, so we both get punished.  She puts us in our crates and makes us stay there.  Well, I broke my couch.  In my defense, the couch is mine.  Now Inkozosana wanted to lay on my couch.  So I pulled the blanket and she pulled the blanket and the blanket tore, then we moved the pillow and the pillow ripped in half and all the stuffing came out.  It was fun, but when we saw mum drive up, I got afraid because I was guilty.  Inkozosana says it is okay because all mum would do is put us in time out.  I don’t like time out.  I like to be with mum.  Well mum put us in our crates, and then she punished us.  We got plain ole’ dog food.  No meat, no gravy, we got nothing but dog food.  It was awful.  I learnt my lesson, and sat on the couch, but Inkozosana found something else to break. 

I am not sure why she is so naughty.   I was honest I showed my mum the couch that we broke.  I took the blame.  One thing mum does now when we make her angry is not look at us, touch us or talk to us.  She turns her back to us.  I love my mum, but this breaks my heart.  I really want Inkozosana to stop the nonsense but she won’t.  Mum will crate her by herself.   I think that will be best.  

How can Inkozosana be so bad?

One day mom went to the doctor because her foot got hurt, maybe when we were out walking in the woods or playing in the garden or maybe she is old.

Her foot was swollen and she couldn’t walk.  So she went to the doctor. I remember mom saying, “Mom’s leaving now, it is 10:30, I will be back soon”.  When mom was gone, Inkozosana opened all the kitchen cabinets and took whatever she wanted out and left it on the floor.  Grandma, I was on my couch asleep because when mom got back home, I heard her yell, “Inkozosana, what did you do”.  Grandma, I was too little to reach the cabinets.  Mom tells the story like this, I got home after the doctor and there was stuff all over the house, the kitchen cabinets contents were all over the kitchen floor.  Nduna was on his couch with the kitchen cloths on his head.  Inkozosana had spilled water all over him and his couch”.  So grandma, how could I do that to myself?  Inkozosana is very naughty.  She really tires mom out.