Women Dont like women

 My mother is a satiro woman. I won’t tell you what it means, what they do, or where they generated from 

I’ll only tell you stories a satiro woman told me. 

She told me my reincarnation story. In centuries before Jesus was born. I was a brave woman. Beautiful, strong and talented. I conquered kingdoms, lots of them. I was called

 “Queen Amina of Zazzau” 

I was feared and obeyed. I lacked nothing. Damn I miss those days. I didn’t give a care in the world about emotions. I was the woman kings bowed to. No man could approach me. Everyone feared me. 

She told me, I ate like a sheep .I loved the taste of blood, and slaughter for fun. Power drunk was the word she used. She said after I attack a kingdom I pick the most handsome man or woman (sometimes) and I make love to them like I was in war. Sometimes the women makes me happier, but the rod the men carry is unbeatable. 

The day I turned 34, I met a king. A common king. Who had come to beg on behalf of his kingdom. I probably have never seen any man like him, cause when he got on his knees I couldn’t stop but to imagine him using his lips, down there, those lips were fire, the courteousness as he speak. his fingers were neat, and I forgot, for the first time, I was queen. I began to imagine things I could do to him. I wanted him to wake up next to me every day, I want to hear him speak to me every time. I became restless and I invited him over for dinner 

Over dinner, he made me laugh, he made me very happy, and I fell in love. Badly in love. Probably when a queen falls in love, she falls deeply. Like royalty. 

He won, I let myself trust him, I made him travel every day to see me. I traveled sometimes. I made him leave all his wives and concubines for me. I made sure he didn’t have any threat coming from those common kingdoms. I protected him. 

Sometimes who you love doesn’t love you half as much, or probably loves someone better. So the night I came to see him and I saw her grinding him like kukah, I was mad. I was more hurt because I never heard him moan, he doesn't grab my ass, he doesn't look at me the way he looks at the bitch. But look at him being vulnerable and stupid with this commoner. 

I couldn’t cry because I don’t know how to. I became restless. I removed my weapons. I poured water all over my body and begin to scrub, for all his traces in my body, I wanted them off. I forgot to close the bathroom. I forgot that I was Queen, I forgot!!! I completely forgot 

My mother said, that was when hauwa saw me, and knew I was vulnerable. Hauwa took a chance, carried my weapon, threw it straight at my back. The bitch!!!

So when my mother had the chance to pick a child. She picked me. Her queen Is back.