by Rozwi_Game10 Wed Oct 18, 2017 3:48 pm
The Rozwi Indaba - The Voice of Africa
* ON THE MARCH
Halting from the day's march, servants and attendants rushed to make ready the camp ground for the Changamire.
Water was brought forth from the stream close by, a hollowed out gourd offered to His Highness as he stood and
waited for the tasks completion.
"Wingombi," Changamire Dombo spoke to the Chief stood at his side, "Not long now till the lions are among
the gazelle. Then we will have some fun, won't we?"
Wingombi grunted agreement. "Our sources bring us news regularly. We have eyes reporting what they see
and the knowledge is pleasing, iNkosi."
The Changamire nodded in satisfaction, as his eyes roved over the guards set to protect his own area of the
camp site. Chief Lobengula Torwa entered the guarded ring, offered his salute to his ruler and reported.
"iNkosi," Lobengula began, riders from the Snake Eagle Regiment have returned. Today they had no important news,
so I ordered them to water and food before they came to you to report. Lwazi is with them, he and his Fish Eagles are
questioning them on the ground we will face tomorrow. Today, no further fireloques were found among the hunters of
these lands."
Changamire Dombo gave a pleased nod and told Chief Lobengula that he had done right. "These muskets they
buy from the Arab traders from the coast, they are not as reliable as the ones the Portuguese use, are they?" Both
Chiefs agreed. "A skilled hunter may benefit from such a weapon, but our regiments would not. Muskets are cumbersome
and need lit fire to make work, in a mist they fail. What use are they in anything other than perfect conditions. It is
impossible to even make two shots with muskets before we are upon the enemy with our spears. And the
veterans of my royal father's army tell that great waggons are needed to carry powder and shot when the
Whites use their muskets in war. Look at this land, try to drag the White Man's waggons through here and you
would get nowhere. And how would an ambush succeed if one of these muskets fired too soon - such weapons
are no match for our spears."
By now the servants and attendants had finished setting the Changamire's camp, his sleeping mat carrier came and
squatted at the heels of His Majesty. The youth now took up his position and took the empty water gourd from Dombo's
hand. The Changamire's shield attendant still stood behind his ruler, holding the cured hide shield aloft and shading the
Changamire from the last of the day's heat.
The two clan chiefs were silent for several minutes as they waited upon the Changamire. Finally, His Majesty spoke:
"Not long now. Then we will run amongst these unsuspecting prey. By the time the enemy raises its warbands the
days will be long and too hot to fight for long periods of time. We will be rested and ready. By then we will know where
to lay our traps and surprises, where to ambush and where to retreat back to while dragging the tired enemy in long
pursuit behind us. The pride of hunting lions will change to become like the stalking leopard - cunning and quick, stealthy
and deadly. First we capture Maung, then we bring the enemy out to battle. And crush them!"
* BINGA
Following his announcement by the Rozwi ambassador Mufaro Gezi, Chief Sanchez of the Indabade entered
into the presence of King Chewa Akani of Tonga, and after making his salutations and offered well wishes of the
Changamire, Chief Sanchez had this to say: "Changamire Dombo has decreed Tonga traders will now pay 5% tax
in Rozwi lands. This is as agreed with your royal self. Rozwi now awaits the lowering of taxes against our traders.
The Changamire then wishes to enter trade dealings with Tonga, to supply slaves to Rozwi."
Chief Sanchez paused a moment before continuing, drawing out the moment and waiting for the gathered
councillors to show signs of anticipation to what he next had to say. However, in this interim he was informed
that tariffs against Rozwi traders in Tonga have been reduced to 5% from 10%.
He then spoke again. "Changamire Dombo now leads an army of invasion into Ovambo lands. He means
to take those lands and the people that sit on Rozwi's border and bring them into the Karange Empire.
At the outcome of the successful campaign the Changamire wishes to meet with Princess Amanaki, to that
end I will escort the Princess to Khami - as you granted permission for me to do so, previously."
It was agreed this was so.
"It is the Changamire's wish that King Chewa Akani and his chiefs do not fear an invasion from Rozwi. The
Changamire wishes peaceful dealings between Rozwi and Tonga."
* CAPETOWN
"Now see here, Mister Dongo," Gouverneur Generaal van der Kaap Kolonie, Simon van de Stel, declared while
pointing out across the bay to the frigate laying at anchor. "Here, sir, we have the fine ship 'Theodor', just arrived
from across the ocean from Batavia."
Mutumwa Dongo, Rozwi's ambassador to the Dutch Cape Colony quickly conferred with one of his companions,
both bouncing the Dutch into rapid translations of Bantu, Khoikhoi and the Khoisan languages. That done, both
gave the governor disinterested looks.
Seeing that Dutch naval advances were beyond the Africans, the tour continued around the settlement.
"Here we have various farming implements for use in the fields; spades, hoes, ploughs." Seeing that this
was more to the Africans liking, van Stel went on, "This, here, is a hammer, and lying over there are some nails."
Mutumwa launched into excited gesticulations, and spoke in harsh tones and with physical strikes aimed at an
ignorant youngster who had picked up the hammer and proceeded to bash nails into the dry ground as if he was
breaking nutshells between two stones.
"Yes, nails." Van Stel quickly moved the party on, aiming the group towards armed soldiers at rest nearby.
"This, here, is what we call a firelock." Taking the musket, van Stel passed the firearm to Mutumwa, who, showing
no interest, passed it onto his companion, who quickly pushed it into the hands of the untried youth, who then
proceeded to gaze down the barrel.
Seeing what was about to happen, van Stel reached out before the fool blew his own brains out. He managed to
grasp the gun but yanked it too late. When the smoke cleared the youth was on the floor, unhurt but clearly terrified.
Mutumwa and his companion set to beating the foolish youth who curled into a ball under the unleashing of his
latest punishment.
Simon van Stel picked himself up after having dived to safety to avoid the musket ball, saying to himself as he did;
"I think we'll leave the cannons out of the tour, for now...."
* INHAMBANE
The Dutch diplomat Eric van d'Linden has reached Inhambane on the coast.
"There is always something new out of Africa"