BLACK MAMBAZO

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The moment my hand was suspended in the air, Thandi concomitantly raised his hand too, and it was then I wondered why didn’t he raise his hand earlier, his dad was passionate fellow of the palmwine keg, like fly his father was seen anywhere alcohol was the order of the moment or topic of discussion, many atime Thandi’s would get drunk and walk through the village square dancing as children would gather round him and sing while he danced his way to his house, Thandi’s father dropped his profiting farming skills to be palmwine tapper so that he could get a steady supply of his new found obsession, rarely does Thandi’s father make rounds at all the local relaxation spots to supply his freshly tapped palmwine for his friends would always gather at his house during nightfall to drink and merry into the night, so Thandi never got the chance to experience real lengthy hours of farming, so when he raise his hand up, it was no surprise to any of us, then Makasala the apparent heir to the throne, a fat dark boy with bulging eyes whom has never been to the farm from childhood, he waddled as his walks and we made mockery of his chest that was puffed out and flabby like a sagged breast of an old woman, then followed Korangi the son of a meagre farmer and then Furo. “Destiny has choosen five of you today to travel to a land far far away, the land of the white people, to learn all their magic and tricks, that upon your return you will bring with you developement to the people of Natando” the king said, as we were made to stand up and walk in straight line towards the exalted miniature stage, and we walked towards the king, each of us kissing the ring on his right hand, “Go home! tell your people that the gods have spoken and that in a fortnight you will embark on a journey that would take you six harvesting season before any of family member would set their eyes on you” the king said after we had performed the normal ritual of kissing the kings ring anytime a pronouncement was made, standing on that miniature podium I began to have mix feelings about the kings pronouncement, it would be fun to see the world, know what it feels like to be in the whiteman’s world, the silver linning gloomy feeling was about papa, who was going to look after papa when am gone, I was his only bestfriend and now my inquisitive nature is me away from him, I doubted if he could bear the pain. It took me three days to ponder over the issue before telling papa my sordid decision, I watched papa shed tears as I told him everything, his old fragile hand and thick palm that was an evidence of a tireless farmer, grabbed me by the chin and then managed to utter few words as they were clouded in pain and anguish “If it is the will of the gods, may they lead back home safely, and I watched him bid me farewell as five of us were mounted on each rickety old bicycle with someone to drive us to the city where we could board a plane and head for the whiteman’s land. Six harvesting season past before our eyes like a wethering mountain, and we all had graduate from the university, I a lawyer, Thandi a medical doctor, Furo and Korangi were engineers but Makasala couldn’t graduate from the university, the western world influenced him a great deal and he took popping pills and taking hard drugs!. On getting to Natando, we noticed our village was far much developed than we had left it, white men had infiltrated our communities, the news of our return didn’t go down well with the british colonial masters as our feets stepped on our soil, accompanied by the crowd that came to welcome us, both women and children at the village square, the sound from the drums and palmwine was on spree for all, from the same podium I stood six harvesting seasons ago, I was standing tall this time a fine gentleman trained by the best british lawyers, I was using my eye to comb the crowd, to catch a glimpse of my father whom I missed so much but couldn’t see him, halfway the celebration as it got to my turn to address the crowd, I stood up from the chair I was sitting, raised my hand up and the noise from the crowd like an upsurge in a fountain died slowly and then I began “Great people of Natando, our stars has aligned and from today that our feets stepped on this soil, all our worries are now a thing of the past” I was cut short when I heard sporadic gunshots fired into the air as over fifteen british soldiers brandishing different type of fire arms walked in on us as the crowd ran in different direction and a blonde tall british man, with the seal of the queen neatly placed on the right side of the army uniform he wore , inhaling the cigarrete in his hand and let out all the smoke and said “my name Harry watson, commander in chief of this protectorate, so far as you are under my territory and must obey my commands from now onwards” Dazzled with surprise as at how we turned strangers in our own land, I looked round to see all the villagers peeping from their hiding corners, I turned to look at my fellow returnees and then shifted my gaze to the king, who stretched his hand and gave out a body language sign that I should keep my cool, Furo dragged out the long matchete from one of the kings guard and pointed it at Mr Harry watson and also immediately they shot him on the hand and then Mr Harry watson went in a frenzy angry mood as he shouted “these black monkeys get trained by us and now they think we are equals?”

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The crowd was dispersed as we were made to follow them back to their camp, walking into their camp we saw how neat and organised it was, Furo saw his mother at a corner of the camp washing clothes as she couldn’t believe it was Furo, jumping to her feet as they both ran and hugged each other, “Hey you! marylin quite all that unnecessary show of affection and get back to work” howled a white fat lady, sitting outside wearing her long english gown and her corset clinging so tight on her as it was obvious she forced her big frame into the thin corset, knitting while a male from our land who recognised us with the way he smiled at us but we didn’t because seasons gone had wiped away memories of people who use to mean alot to us, so we gave a blatant wave back at him as Furo look at his mother and said “mother you now answer marilyn?” she shuggred her shoulders and looked at both ways and covered her mouth with her hands and talked in a low tone as if what she was about to reveal to us was a top FBI secret “That’s the slave name the whitemen choose to give me, Uhurunuthandi seemed like a word they can never comprehend so marilyn was used in place” she said as she looked sideways again to see if her self imposed masters wife was eavesdropping on us and Furo’s soul was angered “Mama this should be the last time you answer marilyn again” he said as we were marshalled a small office, as the door was opened for us to enter, the small office had a wooden table and chair with piles of paper on it, mosquito coils hung on the wall, his bottle of ink and feather pen was their, the huge giant ugly clock was hung at the fair right end of his office and the picture of the queen of england was displayed too, Mr watson walked in from another door with his smoking pipe in hand, as it oozed out wisp of smoke, his well tailored waist coat and his shorts, pistol that was neatly placed in its pouch, he sat down and then cleared his throat as he spoke “You guys are learned gentlemen, and I think we can come to an agreement of a sort that has monetary benefits” Thandi seemed to be enchanted the moment he heard money, he smiled with a big grin and looked at us all, wiped the trickling sweat on his face and said “How much are we talking about here?” and then Makasala reiterated Thandi’s word “yeah much are we talking about?”, Mr Watson looked at us and then paused for a while and said “10 percent of what we ship in a month and also you get the best whiskey and cigar from london on a steady supply ” Makasala smiled cheerfully and stretched forth his hand for a handshake with mr watson who shook him with disgust, brought out his handkerchief immediately and wiped his hand and then Makasala turned and looked at the rest of us and then to Mr Watson he said “On behalf of I and the rest of my crew and the heir to the throne, I say a big thank you to such a wonderful proposal and we have all agreed” I became so infuriated with his cheap sellout and then I decided to bare my thoughts “You and who Makasala, am no party to such fraudulent practice, can’t betray my people who spent all they had to give us this level of leverage with the whiteman” and Thandi fired back immediately “Raman shut up! You talk out of stupidity, so you don’t want to keep enjoying the splendour of life?, All these while Korangi never said a word, he was one who miced his words and only talks when the murky waters has swallowed him as he looked at us from the far left and said “If you are not okay with this deal follow me and lets walk out of here” as he turned to leave and I followed him, I was wishing that all of us would turn and leave together but to my total dismay it was just I, Furo and Korangi that walked away leaving only Makasala and Thandi. When we got out, I asked Korangi that one question I have been yearning to ask since I saw the whitemen on the soil of Natando, “What are they looking for in our village and what is it that they will be shipping from our soil” he shook his head and said “So you don’t know our land is sitting on a volcano of gold, we are the proverbial Pandora’s box, and these whitemen would do anything to make sure they have a stronghold all over us” I felt pity immediately who traded their birth right for whiskey and cigar, We all discussed until we got to the point where we shook hands and went different direction, to see papa was my utmost concern so I walked towards my house. I followed the bush path that lead to my house and on getting their I was shocked as our house was no longer their, rather a large whole dug into the soil, I was confused if it was the right bush path I took that lead to my house, as I saw a fisherman walking towards me, I greeted him from afar and then walked closer to him, before I could ask him direction to my house, he was quick to answer me “Your father fought with all his might, he was against the coming of these whitemen! and whoever is a threat to these men appears dead in a mysterious way, your fathers corpse was found by the bush path leading to the farmlands” I was shell-shocked as those words pushed me to the ground, and he continued “You don’t need to cry, look at the fish am holding how black it is” pointing at his basket as I peeped into his basket, “these men don’t go to the river with their nets, they just throw dynamite into our river and minutes later all the dead fishes would float and they would gather it, Raman we all are doomed”

Omoo this z a big war

Interesting. I know u'll definitely wanna avenge ya father's death. But you have to be extremely careful. Next pls.

I stood there dumbfounded, I couldn’t find the right word to paint the portrait my heart had envisioned, My father whom I thought I would run into his waiting arms and watch him spice each word he say with the wealth of proverbs his wisdom could phantom, saddled with the burden of finding a place I could lay my head, a place I could come home, I had no other person I could rely on so I wandered about the village into night, as the night grew old I decided to go the king’s palace for it was him that sent me on this sojourn and only him I knew would welcome me into his arm. Walking into the kings palace, I was stopped at the entrance to the palace by the guards of the palace, a muscular tall guy with animal skin worn round his chest and the local chalk was used to give tribal marks on his face and that made him look very scary, he used the machete that he was holding to shove me aside as our eyes met and he brought his face closer to get a proper look of my face and he said “Ah! Raman what are you doing here by this time of the night? don’t you know things are no longer the way it is when even our kids can walk the depth of the night with our mind still at peace?” I was still speechless as the recent events has humbled me, as I pushed the machete off my chest and walked right in, only for me to see Makasala sitting on the stool beside the throne of the king and two maidens were tending to his feet, he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand that he gulped from, the moment he saw me he pushed the hands of one of the maidens away and looked at me saying ” What are you looking for in my palace Raman? this is not london where we live like equals you know, this is my kingdom and I rule” I almost wanted to shout back at him or burst into tears but I was able to get a hold of myself as I walked to him and sat by the chair where elders sit during any of their meetings, “Makasala when were in london, we all were a team, all we ever talked about was about the developement of Natando and why the sudden change of heart?” I said, he looked at me and then spat on the ground “Abormination! I and a commoner can never sit together to discuss about the developement of my own kingdom, I even gave you the privilege of being in the liason team but yet you proved to be the commoner who you truly are”, like the bellow of the blacksmith my heart was heating up, I tried to standup but my feets failed me for I had no other place to sleep, so I calmly told him “Makasala please can you help me find a place to lay my head for my feet is filled with sores from trekking all day with no place to sleep” and that angered Makasala the more as he stood up, looked to the sky and said with all fury he could muster ” I train you Raman and now I give a place to sleep? soon you would ask that I give a bride too! quietly walk out of this palace before you will be bundle out” , I stood up and was walking out of the palace before I was stopped by a maiden who hid from the light that was shinning in the palace, she gave me a hand signal to come as I walked slowly to her and she whispered as I got very close to her “you sleep in my hut tonight” I tried to protest but she held me by the hand and dragged me into her hut, she introduced herself as Nami the daughter of the king, the princess of Natando. We were woken up by the loud noise in the palace, I lost consciousness of the event as I dabbled from my sleep and made for the door as Nami held me back and looked at me with those glowing eyes of her that had loads of tales untold in it, “don’t go anywhere, if my brother should find out that your here you will be in big trouble” as she opened the door and left for the palace. From the window I pushed the mat used as curtain to peep as I saw the chief priest and the king discussing in a very low tone, and all I could hear from the distance I was, was the Chief priest shouting “Abomination! Natando is finished!”, so engrossed with my peeping I was waken back into the realities of the day as Nami pushed the mat and entered the room, with total dismay she announced to me “The symbol of the gods is missing! it was stolen from the shrine last night” who steals the symbol of the gods, its only a deranged man who doesn’t respect the belief of a superior being that would go to that extent, so I thought as I sat down trying to really understand how my village has turned into a caricature for these white men, I remained in Nami’s hut all with no where to go and no news of what is happening in the village, I stayed put and was fed fat all day and when the night grew old I decided to go visit Thandi and see if I could make him see reasons why we had to unite and fight these whitemen, so I sneaked out the house, as I tiptoed towards the exit of the palace, using only the dark path as my means of escape, carefully walking so that I wouldn’t wake any of the guards, as I approached the exit so fast, I almost ran into Makasala as he discussed in a lone tone with Korangi, I was shocked to see Korangi and Makasala discussing, as I paused and got closer to the raffia used as a fence round the palace, then the words from Makasala’s mouth became audible, as heard him clearly “His greediness killed him, when he informed me that he had the stature with him, I was happy that we would make huge profit” he said as Korangi looked bewildered, “So what now happened” he asked and then Makasala continued ” where we hid it, he sneaked upon to go steal it not knowing that I the tortoise was wiser for I had instructed a guard never to leave the spot where the stature was hidden” and Makasala held his ear and said “I warned Thandi but he dared me now he is dead” , Korangi was surprised as I who was eavesdropping on them too as Makasala continued “Yes killed him and made it look like it was the gods” i became too afraid as I turned to run back into Nami’s house and my feet went crashing into piles of clay pots as the sound could awaken even a dead dog!

This villaqe.., only the hands of the qods will make thinqz riqht aqain....

The guard standing right at the exit of the palace turned immediately and saw me as I was running back as he raised an alarm “Thief! thief!”, I knew if I had continued to run it would mean I was guilty of something, so I stopped and turned as he looked through the dark and was able recognise me and he said “oh! its you Raman, why are you running?”, Makasala heard my name and immediately screamed “Catch that thief!, don’t him leave this palace” as th guard held me by the arm in a swift move, Makasala walked closer to me with his nose almost rubbing mine as the stench of whiskey oozed all over him and when he opened his mouth to talk the discomforting stench grew worst “You dare me? I thought I made myself clear that you should never come back here?”, Korangi couldn’t look at my direction for his coy as a true friend was now out all in the open, his face ladden with shame that he kept his head down all through, the noise from Makasala’s shouting made Nami to rush out of her hut only too see the guard pointing his knife at my throat while makasala was still shouting, she pushed the guards hand off my throat as I ran back and Nami slapped the guard so hard “Remove your filthy hands off this learned man”, Makasala watched in total dismay as his sister showed too much affection towards me, making his face in a very funny way like I smell of faeces as he raised his hand and gave Korangi a nudge laughing and then pointed at my direction “Look at, this is serious, I knew you are full of surprises but seriously not my sister, that is if you don’t want your corpse by the river bank tomorrow morning” he said as Nami rushed in front of me and shielded me with herself, and then she said the said that sentence that changed the course of Natando forever “I love him Makasala, he has the sufferings of the people at heart more than you my so called king to be” she said and Makasala flared up, dragged the machete of his guards hand and attacked me, as I dogded the much I could, with first cut rifling my arm and the second cut was a slice to my stomach as I was able to hit the matchete off his hand and also used the same matchete I picked up from the ground to cut him too on his arm and the matchete fell off my hand, he dived me and was able to push me to the ground as we began to roll all over the floor, exchanging punches, as I was finally on top of him feeding him with my hot punches fueled with all the tales of betrayal I had experience in the village, my punches were hard and precise as he coughed out blood, and the guard pushed me away, and then Makasala stood up angrily while wiping the blood off his lips and then turned to his guard “You foolish slave, how dare you stay here and watch this good for nothing fight me” he picked up the matchete and rushed the guard, sending the sharp edge of his machete into the guards neck as blood gushed out of his throat splattering everywhere and then the guard fell to ground as he stabbed him on the stomach over seven times screaming “Lowlife bastard! Slave you deserve to die”, the guard was shaking on the ground where he was until he finally gave up the ghost, as we were all settling into the reality of the murder that was just committed right infront of me, I turned to see that we have been surrounded by all the guards in the palace with Nami letting her tears flow freely, using her hand to close her mouth so as not to shout, Makasala stood up with the machete in his hand dripping of blood and he looked round as the guards had surrounded us saying “who wants to dare me? I say who wants to die next? drop your machetes on the ground all of you and that’s a command” they hesitated for a while before they all started dropping their matchete one after the other, he pointed at me and said “Take this bastard to Mr Watson, he knows what to do”. I was handed over to a british soldier at the gate of their as he smiled pointing his gun at me, with his accent he muttered “Thought this negro had absconded or was dead” as he pushed me, using the tip of his gun to show me direction, and then we got to a sty and he opened the door to the sty and I tried to protest but he felt reluctant and then marched me with his boots into the sty, the pig house was really smelly as I used my hand to block my nose from inhaling the foul smell from the sty and I was shaken with fear as I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned quickly on for me to see Furo covered in dirt, he looked more of an Insane person as he began to cry the moment I asked “what are you doing here?”, days gone and he was able to tell me that he was accused of the missing symbol of the gods and that Mr Watson shot his mum dead when he helped her escape out of thier camp. I and Furo normal sat by the door of the sty so as to be able to breath in fresh air, and the cut from Makasala’s machete was beginning to rot, my skin was infected as each day past the pain grew worst, so many times we have heard the white soldier at the entrance of the sty asking Mr Watson anytime he comes to check on us and was leaving “When do we get rid of these bastards?” and anytime we hear him ask that question, it made us realise how close to death we were so we planned for our escape.

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May qods lead u(raman and furo) to the promise land..... As for the so called kinq.... The qods has rejected u

The perfect plan for escape was hatched, so we sat by the door of the sty waiting on the british soldier to open the door, as the only thing we converted to a weapon was the metal bucket using in bathing the pig that I grabbed with both hands and waited, my heart racing fast as we heard the footstep of the approaching soldier, he walked to the door of the sty, peeped through a crack on the door of the sty as I and Furo laid there pretending to be fast asleep, he peered through his pocket, his hand fiddling inside his pocket as we heard the jingle sound of keys, and then he opened it slowly and then entered the sty, he turned with his back facing me as he tried to attack Furo, I slowly stretched my hand to the metal bucket behind me and then went for a big blow!, used the metal bucket to hit him as he gave out a loud groan and was falling to the ground when Furo went for his pistol on his waist. In split seconds we had over powered the british soldier, as we walked out of the sty with at the front, gun pointed to his neck as we walked into the centre of the compound, the camp was thrown into a turmoil as all the british soldier in camp had thier gun pointing at us as we used our captive as a sheild and the soldier screamed “Please don’t shoot” with his hand raised to the sky in total submission, almost at the exit of the camp, Furo looked at me like remembered something as he paused and then screamed out Uhurunatandi!, thoughts of his mother was what came to his mind as his mother opened the door to the main house in the camp and walked out “Mama come your leaving with me now” he said with every courage and authority the pistol he had in his hand could muster, she began to cry walking toward us and was wiping her face with the white apron she had on, “Furo why are you doing this? just like your father your too brave and stupid” she said as she got closer to us and then Furo acted on impulse, he drew his mother close and handed the pistol over to her, tried giving her a swift hug and like chaff to the wind, just one mistake our sweet perfect escape plan was blown to the wind, Furo was shot on the arm as he scream while his mother took to her heels and ran out of the camp, I was shot by a british soldier at almost the same spot where I had the machete cut, the wrenching pain sent me to the ground as I sat on the ground in pain, the other british soldier made a chase to catch Furo’s mother but was stopped by Mr Watson wife who raised her hand up and said “leave her let she go, she has served us for quite a long time”, Furo looked to the sky, used his hand to pack a handful of the sand and screamed the name of our gods “Kia-Kia where are you! Rise! rise for these people have put pepper in our eyes, the shame would be on you forever if you do not save us” he said as he threw the sand into the air, tears cascading his cheek while he smiled, I knew the reason for the mixed feeling, he cried for the imminent doom that would befall us now that our escape plan was not successful but smiled because a free woman his mother had become as the soldiers surrounded us, using the butt of thier gun to pound I and Furo like yam in a mortar until we both passed out. The splash of water to my face was what brought me back to the harsh cruelty of this world only to wake and see myself in that sty I hated most, only what changed this time was that we were bound both hand and leg with a very big chain, my arm was in a pretty bad shape, I had bled so much that I grew weak, Furo crawled to me and sat by my side as we ate tears while looking at the door and hoping for a miracle! until we slept off, we heard loud shouting outside as we peeped only to see Korangi standing in the middle of the camp barking and shouting “its fifty fifty watson, we can’t be taking that cheap cut anylonger” and Mr watson seem to be enraged that he was having such discussion with, “Oh you wanna get greed right?” Mr watson asked as he pulled out his gun and shot Korangi point blank to his head, he fell to the ground and died instantly, Mr watson turned to the guard closer to him and said “Go to the sty and pick one of those negros, take him out and frame it, make it look like he killed this greedy fellow” he said with all authority as he walked away. The soldier came in and picked Furo, kicking him on the stomach severally to make he had weakened Furo before they leave the sty and that was the last I saw Furo, I imagined so many things in my head that must have happened to Furo but couldn’t come to terms of reality. All of a sudden their was this sudden tension in the air as the camp was noisy and rowdy, soldier runing in and out the main building, packing their belongs and the door to the sty was opened as the imposing shadow of Mr Watson stood huge through the ray of light, he walked up to me where I was sitting, lowered his body and said “you ruined my plan, I’ll ruin yours that would be my favour in return” as he held me by the chain and dragged me out of the sty, I was bundled into his booth and he drove off, the lack of free oxygen made me pass out again! next time I regained consciousness I was on a ship that had sail miles away into the vast ocean, tears alone couldn’t portray my feelings as I screamed and shouted all night, wishing for the fangs of death to come take me away, just then a british walked up to the corner where I was tied and talked in a very low tone “Sssssh! your lucky to be alive, take this, its a gift from your friend” as he handed me a note, I managed to open it and it was from Furo and it reads “Do not be afraid brother, what we fought for has come to realisation, Makasala was killed by the villagers while his dad fled, we would invade the white man's camp tonight and a free man you shall become” The note came too late and it was this same note I guessed that the whitemen got hold of the evil that would befallen them that made them run, I cried as we sailed for I know my feet might never touch the soil of Natando again but joy in my heart that my people has been liberated. . END

U quys fouqht wella.... U sacrifice all u qot 4 d villaqe to be liberated.... Nice one @jimmyjab

Wow! Wow! Wow!... Another Interesting one here @Jimmyjab. U're the best jare. Welldone. :-)

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Am not happy with d ending....do u mean that he sacrifice his self and never return to the land again..d story z incomplete....am sori to say that....nice story