Mrs Tabane

I was watching TV, when I decided to go and take a nap. I have been worried about Naledi disappearing during the night. I even noticed how her hair grows.

I was sleeping when a cold brightness pierced my dreams. A voice echoed as if from deep water. "Do not worry about Naledi. She is safe."
My dream-self stirred. "What are you talking about? Who are you?"
The light pulsed. "Who I am does not matter. Only that she is protected as the chosen one."
"The chosen one for what?" I demanded, my heart thudding even in sleep.
"She is Ndoyamanzi."
The title hung in the air like a threat. "This is just a dream," I whispered, clutching at rationality.
"You are not dreaming."