Friday, July 26, 2013
Lusala was a young boy when his village was raided by a rival tribe. Hidden from the raiders, Lusala watched helplessly as all of its people were whisked away into slavery. Although the rival tribe set fire to the village, Lusala knew to wait until they'd all left before attempting his escape.
Homeless and alone, Lusala wandered north, away from his homeland in search of a new place to live. The world and the people outside his village were unkind to a stray youth, but Lusala had learned survival techniques from his elders and was able to live in the wild.
One night, Lusala was hunting in the woods when the light of a campfire drew his attention. His mouth salivated at the scents of smoked, salted meat that drifted on the wind. He'd seen no men around, which would normally have concerned the young one, yet his growling stomach pushed those thoughts from his head.
Immediately spotted and surrounded, Lusala struggled for his life to escape the strange men with lighter, olive-colored skin. Hunger soon took its toll on a weary Lusala and he was subdued.
But rather than kill him for his attempted theft, their leader, a man wearing extremely-valuable chains and rings of gold laughed as he approached. This man was named Fatih, a wealthy Arabian king from a land across the northern sea. The man took pity on the boy and fed him and offered him shelter from the dangers of the night. Lusala, overwhelmed by such generosity and charmed by the foreigner's tales of conquest, pledged himself to serving this king.
Fatih's men laughed boisterously as the young boy shouted that he would stay by the king's side for all time and lay down his life for Fatih's kingdom. But the bearded king merely smiled and handed Lusala a simple linen cloth with which to blanket himself in while he slept.
To this day, Lusala has remained with his king and proudly wears that very linen as his loincloth.