Mansa wanted his kingdom to remain prosperous and powerful so he had to act fast. The depopulation of the area was quite alarming. Becoming a slave or a slave seller were out of the question. Depleting sources of gold weren't an option either. After a long night of thinking and listening to Mansa Mousso, he came up with a plan his Queen was ambivalent about. The next morning, he called for a royal meeting after the morning prayer with his most trusted advisers.
"Ani sogoman, Good morning. We need to make a strong alliance with the Abrons. I have a few ideas in mind but I'm eager to hear your thoughts." Replies, murmurs, and nods ensued before the suggestions began.
Some advisers suggested going to war. Others suggested consulting with the oracles which Mansa quickly dismissed since believers needed to avoid shirk. Having said that, he had alliances with the Muslim unseen who helped ensure his protection as a mere act of friendship. After hearing all the arguments, Mansa spoke. "Very well, I think we need a marriage alliance with one of the daughters of the Abron King of the Gold Coast. The other Akan tribes are getting stronger with their slave ports to the South East while we also feel the pressure on the North-West from the other Mandinga tribes with their evil slave trade."
Before he could say another word, an elder voice he didn't know cut in, "Is Mansa Mousso ok with another wife? Because if she isn't, a marriage alliance won't help you. If blood magic stays on the outskirts of town and jealousy from your women are removed, I can help you stay invisible to the predators until the threat of slavery subsides. Now, you're right about marrying an Abron. But it's about finding the right one."
The elder got the attention of Mansa. The king's chest perked up and a grin formed on his shiny ebony face. He's an Unseen for sure, Mansa thought before adding, "Do you have a name in mind for the girl in question?"
"Of course. But only you can hear her name," the Unseen disguised an elderly figure replied.
Then, Mansa heard the name in his mind. In Dioula your tongue, the name of the girl we need to uproot is 'Shole' (Flower).
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