Mezzezeh was baffled by this encounter as he went combing through the forest back into the mountain of fertility.

On his way, he saw the bull drinking water from the Lake Rosha, which borders the twin forests. Just as she had predicted, the bull came up to Mezzezeh and lowered itself. He blessed the bull and let it go. Now he was convinced that she had the gift of divinity, but that was the last thing that interested him about her.

He rushed back into the forest in a frenzy to find this mysterious lady before the heavens brought forth darkness.

As he scurried through the thick vegetation and thorny shrubs, he saw her advancing through the narrow paths. She looked more beautiful to him this time around; her gait was in perfect harmony with her body and her thick black hair flowed to the rhythm of the dry breeze. Her flawless skin covered every contour of her body like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

He approached her and said, “Strange woman, if you see the future then you know why I am here. I cannot deny that I want you more than you want me, but most of all, the gods have planned this and I shall comply for it is our destiny,” he said.

He gazed into her eyes and they were pearly white, blank. They revealed no clues and his gaze lowered to her full lips; they were outlined in coal. Her eyes invited him closer and they locked lips in the sunset.

He scooped her up like a baby in safe hands and tied the basket to his back. The two lovers found their way home — his palace, just where they belonged.

The crickets chirped in harmony in the dark and the wood crackled in the fireplace. Mezzezeh undressed this strange lady and kissed her butter-soft skin. He could smell the fragrance from the cocoa oil on her body, and with every thrust she moaned in ecstasy and tried to catch her breath.

Minutes later, the two lovers lay motionless and she fell asleep on his chest.

Mezzezeh was curious and wanted to consult another wise human, a koomba. It was believed that only seven humans could possess true knowledge in every generation: three katas and four koombas. Koombas were mediums and witch doctors who essentially connected a kata and his katakum with supernatural and the metaphysical.

The next morning Mezzezeh summoned his chief priest koomba and asked, “ I have found a young lady and she has found favour in me. Koomba, consult the gods and see if we have found favour in their eyes”.

Koomba reached into his pocket, brought out three shells and tossed them on the ground. One went astray and the other two lay side by side. Koomba replied, “My lord, you have found favour with the gods, but she is a woman of spirits. She will bring you tremendous happiness but be careful and weary about her visions; she will foresee much doom, and this will trouble your spirit.”

“Thank you koomba,” Mezzezeh replied. “We will be married by sunset tomorrow, for a life without tribulations is not worth living.”

“You are right my lord,” koomba replied. Mezzezeh asked the koomba to leave.

The next day the two lovers were married. Naurah had a unique connection with her husband and kata. She knew exactly what he loved and hated.

As he made his way to his chamber taking his strides with ease, he heard the voice of Naurah lingering in his head.