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Updated: May 27, 2025
Cazi Moto was dressed in clean khaki, and bore in his hand a balauri of steaming tea. Kingozi seized this and drained it to the bottom. "That is good," he commented gratefully. "I did not expect to see you, Cazi Moto. Did all the men get in?" "Yes, bwana." "Vema! And the men of the Leopard Woman?" "Many died, bwana; but many are here." Kingozi arose to his feet. "I must have food.
At this point Kingozi, apparently losing all interest, dismissed them into the hands of Cazi Moto. The latter, previously instructed, took his guests to his own camp. There he distributed roast meat, one balauri of coffee to the old man, and many tales, some of them true.
He passed the knife on to the dignitary who stood behind his chair. "This," said Kingozi, taking one of the steaming balauris from Cazi Moto, "is the white man's tembo." The sultani tasted doubtfully. He was pleased. He gave back the balauri at last with a final smack of the lips. "Good!" said he. Another full five minutes of silence ensued. Then the sultani arose.
But Kingozi was not hungry. His strong desire was for a tall balauri of hot tea, but this could not be. He knew it Was unsafe to drink the water unboiled it is unsafe to drink any African water unboiled but this time it could not be helped. He was not even very tired, though his eyes burned. There was nothing more to do. Kingozi knew that Simba and Cazi Moto would not attempt to come in.
It consisted simply of a platter of curry composed of rice and the fresh meat that had been so recently killed that it had not time to get tough. This was supplemented by bread and tea in a tall enamelware vessel known as a balauri.
At noon he ate a light meal of bread, plain rice with sugar, and a balauri of tea. Then for a time he slept beneath the mosquito bar in his tent. At this hour of fiercest sun the whole world slept with him. From the baked earth rose heat waves almost as tangible as gauze veils. Objects at a greater distance than a hundred yards took on strange distortions.
And, parenthetically, from that moment Bibi-ya-chui the Leopard Woman was the name by which she was known among the children of the sun. She did not greet him in any way, but turned her head to address commands. "Bring a chair for the bwana; bring cigarettes; bring balauri lime juice " Kingozi found himself established comfortably.
Without paying even casual attention to his surroundings he seated himself on a third chop box and began to eat. Kingozi's methods of eating had in them little of the epicure. He simply ate all he wanted of the first things set before him. After this he drank all he wanted from the tall balauri. Second courses did not exist for Kingozi.
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