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“Is Omar not loved by our people?” Kanja asked.

“Omar . . .” GoGo sighed. “Our son is one in a million. When our people see him they see

what they want our nation to be, a distant, shining star, untouchable. Mere mortals need a star to

admire.”

“Are you saying the son is greater than the father?”

“The son is greater than all thy fathers,” GoGo said. “Fate, who is female, adores him and

his karma is strong. You and I will join the dust, but Omar will live on forever, like an arrow, shot

from thy bow, that never falls.”

Kanja’s expression was heavy from her words and GoGo knew he could not hold another

drop of water in his well of self-doubt.

“But rejoice, my king, my archer, for it is written, even as God loves the arrow that flies,

so too he loves the bow that is stable,” she said.

Kanja looked up at his wife and smiled appreciatively, if sadly.

“He is who he is,” GoGo thought, “and no man is a starless night. His shining moments

were as a father and husband. How I love him for that.”

GoGo placed her hand on his manhood and squeezed. Kanja flinched, almost as if he felt

undeserving of her desire.

“It is not your fault you have the golden sperm,” she whispered and kissed his neck

tenderly. “And thou art such a man.”

Though the queen sometimes scorned Kanja’s public inadequacies, she was sincere in her

admiration for his private virtues and he was uplifted physically and spiritually by her love.

“Go’Ngola,” he whispered, “Go’Ngola. Thy true name, I love to say.”

His hands pushed her robe from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor revealing her naked,

voluptuous body. He admired her and inhaled her cocoa buttered skin.