Sitting on her high chair, she looked around her queendom and was pleased to see everyone contented. Chirping of birds in the sky and children dancing to the isukuti drums. She couldn’t help but break down reminiscing on how she almost fell into the lion’s den, how she swam lake Watamu full of hungry crocodiles, stung by bees in the matata forest, just to save her soul and community. That was truly hell and back. Azuri warriors standing by her side, she took her silver crown and handed it to her daughter. Smiling, that was her last breath.