One day her assumptions about the might of the majority were shattered when she heard of Minority Regimes ruling some parts of Planet Africana. Ypsi was worried sleepless. It seemed like a warning that the Minority Vowels would soon gain control over Alphabetica. Such thoughts made her fuzzy hair permanently stand on end. She felt these were exclusive messages for her. After all, she was destined to be ‘Ypsi, The Chosen One’!
