(As in a prayer?)
"You are a woman! You are made to be a wife and mother while your husband fights as a warrior. I don't care about your reasons or your story. I will not teach you. Now begone woman!" Another door slammed in her face, making that fifteen. Zeya had traveled from village to village searching for a person to train her to be a warrior but she always met the same answer. No. She was denied every time because of her gender. A body like hers was not made to be a warrior. Time and time again she was told she was built to bear young and care for the very thing she wanted to be. A warrior. She was tired of having people tell her that she was weak and did not have any other purpose other than to care for young and husband.
A growl of frustration escaped her as she turned around and made her way back to the forest. Even dressed in leather pants and a tunic, like a man, she could not hide what she was. Her body was painstakingly woman from her large breasts, curvy body and small build. Even with her long hair bound and hidden under a helm she would still look and be female.
Once she came to her tent deep in the trees of the forest she presented herself in prayer. She begged for Ogun to find her a teacher who would look past her body and see into her heart. She pleaded for him to consider her as one of his warriors.