There once lived a king, filthy rich and one who led an envious life, his name was Abwali Khuzile. The King lived with his beautiful queen, Keziph and their two adorable children identified as Prince Mark and Princess Mekha. In comparison, King Khuzile may have been in the same rank based on wealth with the great Rockefeller, the first American billionaire. Rumours had it that the King measured in the same scale with Mansa Musa, the once King of Timbuktu who lived between 1280 and 1337. King Khuzile owned the largest ranch in the region, just next to what is in the present-day known as the Aspen enclave. Allow me to digress a bit; the Aspen enclave is today owned by the two wealthiest families in the whole world; Jeff Bezos and Dell. The ranch is nicknamed, billionaire mountain that is considered home to the rich as purchasing real estate in the mountain costs as much as $49 million.
Now, let us go back to the story of King Khuzile, the husband of queen Keziph and father to Prince Mark and Princess Mekha. Besides owning the largest ranch, the King had thousands of maidservants and slaves and livestock numbering many thousands. It is good to note that wealth was measured by the number of slaves, cattle, goats, oxen, and camels one had in his name. Therefore, referring to King Khuzile as filthy rich is justifiable. Whenever the King was in good spirits, he would invite other kings and the nobles in his kingdom for a feast. During the feast, he would entertain his guests with music, wine, and women and so the beautiful young women were auditioned three days before allowing them to prepare. The young women would blow their hair, wear glamorous dresses, and adorn good smelling perfume. The queen and the King’s children would also be invited to the feast and would sit beside the King. This went on and on for many years if not decades until the King’s only daughter, Mekha was old enough and ready to be given in marriage.
Being a special year for the King’s daughter, the annual kingly feast that year was a little bit different, special is the word. As usual, the kings from neighbouring kingdoms were invited, but this time, they were to come with their sons who were ready for marriage. The King wrote special letters without the consent of his very own daughter, Mekha. The nobles in the kingdom also came in for the great feast prepared by the King. As preparations went down, one of the King’s stalwarts tasked with the responsibility of preparing and delivering the special letters to the respective kings did the unexpected. As the wise men would say, he spilt the bean. The servant leaked the secret of what King Khuzile intended to do during the feast with the condition that Mekha would pay back his kindness someday. The King thought of himself as brilliant and wise but little, did he know that something mysterious was happening behind his back.
The day of the feast came, and the guests arrived one after another at the venue. As was expected, King Khuzile’s counterparts arrived with their long entourage. The kings were dressed in purple, white, or goldish linen robes and accompanied by their handsome looking sons. Even the blind that day could see that there was something special coming up during the feast. The auditorium hosting the feast was fully parked, and foods and drinks were available in equal measures. Entertainment was at its peak and now performing was the great Limakoko choir. The performance of the Limakoko choir did not only leave people in stitches but also taught a moral lesson. However, when the host king rose to welcome the attendees to the feast, the unexpected happened. Princess Mekha was not at the podium where a seat was reserved for her neither was she in her room. At first, the King thought that Mekha was still preparing herself for the feast or perhaps had gone out to respond to the call of nature. To the King’s surprise, she was not in either and was nowhere in the palace.
The King quickly sent word to his now ageing wife, Keziah and a few of his personal assistants for a chat. There was no cause of alarm as the guests thought there was something he needed and so they ignored and continued enjoying foods and drinks that were already being served. A few minutes after, the feast’s master of ceremony mounted in the podium and signalled people to be silent. He began speaking despite the tumultuous and soon the auditorium was as quiet as a grave. The master of ceremony, a slim dark middle-aged man, broke the news and said that the feast would no longer continue as the King’s daughter was nowhere to be found. Upon hearing this, a sharp tumultuous shot in the air and then subsided. The speaker said that the King had intended to get Keziph, her daughter a man from the sons of the kings who were present.
Later on, the King got word from his servants that someone was seen leaving the palace at dusk, although it was not clear who it was. At her house, Keziph had left a letter saying that she had left home to an unknown destination citing that she did not want to marry a stranger but a man of her choice. The feast was also adjourned shortly after. A search was launched immediately to the neighbouring kingdoms. The messengers went round the kingdoms asking of anyone who had seen or heard about princess Keziph to no vail. To the King’s surprise, his loyal messenger with whom he sent to deliver the special letters to kings was also missing.
A year later, the King was greatly troubled and could not eat or sleep. He said that if he did not see his only daughter, he would draw a sword through his chest and die. This reached Keziph, who was now working as a waitress in another kingdom where she was not known. Keziph soon set out to face the King and upon arrival was received with great honour by his father, the King. King Khuzile later asked for her forgiveness and gave her the right to marry whoever she loved. To the King’s surprise, Keziph chose to marry the King’s servant who rescued her from being married off to strangers. The King gave half of his wealth to them, and the two lived a happy life after that. Through this, Keziph kept her promise to pay back the kindness shown to her by the King’s servant.
This story has two moral lessons to the reader. One of the moral lessons is that every individual has got his or her basic rights, which should be respected. The fundamental rights include the right to life, freedom of speech, freedom of movement and most importantly, autonomy. In other words, individuals should be allowed to make their own decisions without coercion or intimidation. In our case, although Keziph’s father was a king and wanted the very best for his daughter, he had no moral authority to marry her off without her consent. In other words, parents have no duty whatsoever to force their wishes on their children, especially concerning important issues such as marriage. Therefore, all children, whether from rich parents or peasants, should be allowed to enjoy their rights of autonomy and not force to do things that they do not want.
The second moral lesson that the story teaches us to cultivate the quality of being industrious. This is regardless of whether we are born in rich families or low-income families. In other words, being born in a palace is not a justifiable reason to be lazy. For instance, Keziph defied all odds and worked as a waitress to earn a living after fleeing from home. This is even though her father was filthy rich and wanted her married by a king’s son. This means that she worked herself to the point of distinguishing herself not to look like a king’s daughter in a foreign kingdom. This fairy tale about King Khuzile, the richest King and her daughter Keziph will fondly be remembered by all people who advocate for autonomy and hard work.Order Now