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    Who Licked My Cat's Whiskers?
    Who Licked My Cat's Whiskers?
    Who Licked My Cat's Whiskers?
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    Who Licked My Cat's Whiskers?

    By HSSAN RASHEED

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    A story about three signers of The Declaration of Independence and their fantastic fact-finding journey to select the type of government for The United States of America.
    A story about a slave abducted from Africa, her adventures in North America and struggle to return to her homeland.
    A story about an alien named Calidoria and the wisdom she gives to the people of Earth.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateOct 27, 2020
    ISBN9781716473043
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      Who Licked My Cat's Whiskers? - HSSAN RASHEED

      America

      Chapter 1

      The Lost World

            The year was 1776. 

            As soon as the white man caught sight of Angoli, he pointed the blunderbuss at her and ordered her to come to him. As she approached, he commanded her to get down on her knees and she asked, Why? He hit her on the side of the head with the butt of his weapon and she collapsed unconscious. When she came to that evening in a large hut, she was surrounded by natives who had placed a wet rag over her forehead. She tried to get up but felt dizzy. One native woman pulled her down and told her to rest. The native woman’s name was Katmano and she explained that they were all from the Katumalli tribe.

      Angoli felt uncomfortable and started to pull at what she was wearing.  What is all this that binds me so? she asked.  Katmano responded and said, The white man ordered them to dress you in what he thought was appropriate.

      Angoli then asked why they were not living in the jungle and an old native man named Olmati said, The white men of Tongaluta came, captured the tribe and took us away to this camp.  The Tongaluta beasts and their helpers put the curse on our tribe and many died of a strange and cruel sickness.

      Angoli explained that was what had happened to her tribe, the Bantula, a long time ago, and that she was trying to reunite with them. Old man, Olmati, said he did not recognize that tribal name.  He indicated that she will have a hard time leaving this encampment because she will be put to work and guarded by the white man with, as he put it, the death stick.

      Angoli stayed six days working in the hot sun clearing and burning brush for her shelter and food. In the very early dawn of the seventh day and hours before anybody woke up, she snuck out of the hut she was in and crawled through the encampment until she was out of anybody’s sight. She stood up and continued west toward the green mountains.

            Two days and four rain deluges later she walked into a thicket of greenery on the edge of a thriving jungle. As she walked, she took off her shoes, then her blouse. Next off was her skirt. Finally, she took off her under clothes, tossed them, and entered into the mass of trees.

            She was not alone in her trek. Every one of her steps was being followed by hidden eyes in that rainforest. They were eyes suspicious of strangers coming into their territory. The dynamic of protecting a territory had changed from guarding against other tribes coming in, but now the trespass of white men. In Angoli’s case they were doubly concerned because they saw her disrobe and they thought she was a white man’s helper in disguise.

            As she dug around and pulled on a tuber that contained water, an arrow hit the exposed part of the plant and she stopped. She stood up and looked around and could now see shadows behind the foliage. She shouted, I am a friend, I am a friend! My name is Angoli and I come from a tribe called the Bantula.

            Another arrow hit a nearby tree and she decided to submit, laying prostrate on the ground in the customary way of the Bantula. This seemed to appease the watching eyes and the figures behind the vegetation started to come forward. There were six of them and as they came upon Angoli, the figures started to touch her face, arms, legs, and private parts as they spoke in a language she did not understand. She started to tense up. The figures then formed a circle around her and started a discussion among themselves on what to do with her. Finally, they decided she was young enough to be incorporated into their tribe.

            One of the figures who was a woman told Angoli, Uoome wa taali maaya, as she motioned for her to get up and follow her. Angoli was led into a camp clearing consisting of a long permanent structure with a thatched roof, outside of which was a campfire. It was midday and women were busy preparing the daily meal as they sang and laughed. Angoli was then told to go with one of the young girls to collect dry wood for the campfire that night, and they did so in a matter of half an hour. The whole tribe of fifteen individuals plus Angoli sat and partook in the daily meal together, after which they rested in the large structure out of the rain that came down approximately an hour later.

            Around the campfire at night they sang and acted out stories Angoli didn’t fully understand, so she went along humming when she could. One night they asked her to sing a song she knew. She did and impressed the tribe with her high pitched but mellow voice.

      Angoli learned the technique of building a shelter for herself and the types of food to gather from the jungle that were safe to eat. After four weeks, Angoli managed to pick up enough of their language to find out they were the Elongati tribe and expressed her desire to go looking for her tribe and mother. They told her that based on the mark under her lower lip, a tribe with a similar marking lived six days travel to the north. They told her she would have to go it alone, for they had no one to spare to accompany her.

            Three days later, Angoli took an ember from the firepit and placed it in a banana leaf as she was taught to do in order to keep it lit and protected from the rain. She then headed north. The Elongati tribesmen taught her how to keep traveling north by heading toward a mountain called Gabal Tallib that was distinguishable by its square, black rock crown. The jungle was very thick with trees, so in order to see this mountain she had to climb a trees until she could see it.

      Angoli grew tired on the fourth day and became a little less attentive to the fire ember, and it was extinguished by the downpour of the afternoon rain. That meant she could not cook any of her food and she had no evening campfire for protection. Three days later she still had not encountered anybody and she wondered if she ever would. On the eighth morning as she was climbing a tree to check on mount Gabal Tallib, she slipped and fell about ten feet to the ground and lost consciousness.

            When she came to, she was in a hut being tended to because of her scratches and bruises by a young girl with a mark under her lower lip. What’s your name? Angoli asked the young girl in the Bantulo dialect.

            She answered, Lomalo. What is yours?

      Angoli answered, Angoli, daughter of Mangoliga of the Bantula tribe!

            The young girl ran out yelling, She is Bantuli! She is Bantuli!

            Several heads appeared in the hut’s opening and were then pushed aside by an elder tribesman who entered and sat next to Angoli. Welcome, Mangoliga’s daughter. I am Tetlonga, Mangoliga’s youngest brother. Fighting the pain of her fall, Angoli reached out her arms and Tetlonga embraced her. Tetlonga was now the eldest of the tribe and considered the wisest. He made sure Angoli was comfortable in her convalescence.

            A day later, Angoli attended the nightly gathering around the campfire and learned that the tribe did not live in that part of the jungle when her mother was present. They were driven out of their original territory east of where they currently were after the Washonga battle with the white men of the Wazongos.

            After the tribe lost that battle where six tribesmen were killed, the Wazongos took their women away, including her mother Mangoliga and herself. Where did they take us? asked Angoli.

      Tetlonga told her that the women were taken to the Wazongo camp to please the workers and they never saw them again.

            After the Washonga battle, there were only four men left in the tribe. They decided to head west deeper into the jungle where they encountered

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