Part III - Naweza

III

 

“What are you doing on this land?” asks the leader of what appeared to be a group of tribal watchmen.

As the chief that he is, Mwaza steps forward to respond.

“We are the Babofa. We were led to this land by the prophecy of our ancestors. Who are you?”

Staring skeptically at Mwaza and his clan, the leader says:

“We are the Banyamubira. We have been living here for generations. Luhwinja is our land. I’m afraid your ancestors misled you.”

“Let us be the judge of that. My family and I will settle here. Our ancestors are never wrong” replies vigorously Mwaza.

            Tension grows in both parties, each unsure of what will be the other one’s next move.

Little was known about the Babofa. Shepherds, yes they were. But other attributes were about to be revealed.

The Banyamubira watchmen were not prepared to face what followed.

 

 

                           

                                      COMING SOON - PART IV

 

 

Part II - Naweza

II

           

            More time has passed since Chibwire and Mwaza separated.

Hills after hills, savannas after savannas, Mwaza leads his clan, searching for the right homeland. The shepherds and their families faithfully wait to see the sign from the ancestors.

They come across various animals. Gorillas, elephants, giraffes and buffalos abound in the area. None of them interferes with the convoy.

They see many birds but they silently keep walking, sometimes feeling discouraged and doubtful but never admitting it. Did the ancestors send the wrong message? Did Mwaza misunderstand the sign? Chibwire might have been right to stay back and settle when he still had the strength to do so after all.

Then early one morning, a very uncommon bird appeared. It posed itself on Mwaza’s hand. Mwaza observed the bird for a while.

“Is that him?” asks his very close servant, looking just as surprised as Mwaza.

After carefully examining the bird’s features, Mwaza gives a hint of a smile.

“Yes, it is him. He resembles exactly the bird in the oracle. The beak, the colors of his feathers all coincide.”

“We are home!” yells Mwaza.

Wives, children, members of the clan and servants gathered around Mwaza in disbelief.

Joy and relief replaced the sorrow, the exhaustion, the almost lost hope of their prolonged pilgrimage.

But their newly felt happiness was not going to last a long time.

Before they even start to unload their cows and settle in their new paradise, Mwaza and his family feel an uncomfortable presence slowly surrounding them.

They were not the only people there.

 

 

 

 

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