When they had finished their ablutions and taken their food the chief
and elders of the town gathered together in council, and after a little
while we were brought before them. There was much talk, which I could
not understand, but as it was evident that they were deciding our fate
we stood there in fear and trembling, not knowing but what some of us
might be chosen to furnish another feast for them. Finally it was
decided that we should be kept in slavery, and we were divided up
between the different elders of the town, the chief keeping me and
three others as his share of the spoil. And so my name, Bokwala
(slave), became true of me and I entered on my life as a slave to the
cannibals.
I felt so strange amongst all these people whose language I could not
understand, and yet I found that I was expected to enter on my duties
at once. Although I had great anger in my heart towards my captors, yet
in one way I desired to please them, because by so doing I hoped to
make sure of a better time for myself than I should have otherwise. So
I set myself to find out what was meant even when I could not
understand their words.
When the sun began to slip down a little I noticed that the women
commenced to get their fires ready for cooking the evening meal. The
wife of my master pointed to me and then to her fire, and was evidently
making some request of him which concerned me. He assented and turning
to me said, “Dua na epundu.”
I knew he was giving me an order, and immediately rose to obey; but
what did he want? I went into the house and looked round and soon spied
an axe. Of course, the woman wanted firewood, and in order to get that
one needed an axe. So probably “Dua na epundu” meant “Bring the axe.” I
picked it up and carried it to my master, who was apparently pleased,
for he patted me on the head and said, “Mwana mbai, mwana mbai” (“My
child”).
Then, pointing with his lips to the forest, he said, “Ke a lene desa”
(“Go and cut firewood”).
I had expected that order, so was ready to set off at once, repeating
over and over the few words I had learned, in turn with my own
language, so that I should not forget them:—
“Dua na epundu, yela liswa;” “dua na epundu, yela liswa,” I said over
and over again, until I felt sure of the words. Then, while I was
cutting the wood, “Ke a lene desa, Nco yo tena nkui;” “Ke a lene desa,
Nco yo tena nkui;” and before long I found that I had enough wood to
fill my basket, so I set off for the village, and was again rewarded by
a pat on the head and the words, “Mwana mbai, mwana mbai!”
While I was in the forest cutting wood the hunters had come back and
brought some animals with them, so I found every one busy preparing
meat for cooking. I, with the other children, sat down and watched,
when suddenly one of the women turned to me and said, “Dua na mune.”
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