NO! This will not be a Mary Sue. Don't insult me by thinking so. I did a hella lotta research for this. So read and tell me what you think. And no, I do not think African tribes are 'uncivilized' like most Americans do. I think all tribes are beautiful and have different cultures that we may not understand but should open our mind to.

She remembered being in her mother's hut, while the other members of their kraal did their various duties to keep it running effectively.

She was really sick. Sicker than she's ever been.

The already frail girl could not eat without vomiting it up and her mother was growing frustrated. She was aware that she would not be able to partake in Emuratta (circumcision) and would not wed, nor bear children. Her sisters and the other females in the manyatta were already married off. Her father was most ashamed of her.

Naimutiae had long realized her fate.

She had been ill all her life and this one was worse that ever. It all started when had played near a stream and was blown heavily with strange smelling air. It was not right so she ran as fast as she could- which was not very fast- to warn her father. He had dismissed her, but they had traveled along anyways. Along the way she fell ill, forcing them to a stop.

"Naim." Her mother whispered in Maa, applying a wet cloth to her forehead. "Naimutiae, you grow hotter.. And sicker."

The girl slowly turned her head knowing what to do. "Ma, please tell them I have died."

"Shh, don't speak like that. You still breathe." He mother soothed her, rubbing her cheek.

The girl took a shaky breath. "Ma, I am only preventing the cattle from grazing in greater fields. They will not leave me unless I am dead."

It was true. They cannot leave a living member behind. Due to the lack of resources, her ongoing illness has brought misery upon the others.

"You breathe, Naim." Her mother spoke in hushed tones.

The sickly girl coughed. "Ma, I do not partake in celebrations, I do not provide shelter, I do nothing to contribute." She turned her head. "I am going to die soon. Leave me for the scavengers."

Her mother had not left her but she did fall unconscious a couple days after. They had no choice but to leave her for the scavengers and move forward.

Finally she had woke up, her weak body shaking. She did not have any idea what was going on. Her body felt lighter than usual and felt as if it was crumbling.

Fearing what was to come, she whispered a little prayer and allowed her body to evaporate.