Maasai Warrior Ring

“Kenya, 1895 – I’ve spent nearly a week sharing meals and customs with these people, and every night I get the same recurring dream. I believe it must only have been about a month since the truce, and around five months since we were essentially pawns at war. If there is one sight I wish I could wipe from my nightmares before I get shipped back to Portsmouth is that of those warriors charging in packs. An intimidating sight like no other, they had grim faces like a black skulls adorned by majestic headdresses, signaling swift death upon the savanna. Those fights weren’t like the ones before; we were already terribly underhanded with money and troops… nevermind weapons. Nothing will ever be as blood-curdling as the sight of a Maasai General standing above you with those white eyes, the stench of death and that goddamned poison spear they use; having nothing but a machete and a jammed up rifle to fight back. I was lucky to survive that day, but not many of my brethren did…”