The morning after the big reveal found Hamdan at his favourite spot, a cool watering hole, not big enough for any crocodiles or hippos to inhabit, surrounded by lush trees and perfectly shaded for when the hot African sun reached its zenith. He even had the perfect spot to lay, the grass and dirt there moulded to his shape after many an hour spent snoozing.He was the lord of the watering hole, or so he liked to think, and he was awaiting his subjects (see also: friends), who would come before him and fill him in on all the juicy gossip they had available. And oh, there was plenty to talk about. Three new royal cubs had been announced and the pride had celebrated not just them but also the return of the king and queen.
Hamdan had been very busy, an artisan of his calibre was in high demand during such times. He had graciously provided his voice, creating ballads in honour of the three new cubs. But now, with the morning sun just beginning to climb, it was a time for rest and chitchat.
He hoped Kicheko and Ikarta would arrive soon.



