by Rozwi_Game10 Sat Dec 02, 2017 11:03 am
The Rozwi Indaba - The Voice of Africa
MAUNG
Changamire Dombo stood atop the piled shields of his
escort, looking out across the flat plain towards Maung
which his army moved against. He watched the two
horn formations under chiefs Wingombi and Torwa
advance and envelop, while Chief Mutapa's horsemen
encircled and cut off the western approaches to the
township.
A flock of wading birds sprang up out of the waters
of River Thamalakane, startled as warriors of the
Rhino Regiment stood and chanted their war cries to the
accompaniment of their shield drumming. The men
of the Lion Regiment, furthest of the eastern horn,
crept forward through the tall grasses, their passage marked
by the swaying of the reeds, before appearing into the
clearing before the edge of the kraal to stand and take
up their own singing and drumming.
Changamire Dombo pointed out the band to his right, his
spear aimed forward indicating the regiments,
then levelled horizontal to issue the command to halt.
The army stood. Singing. Drumming. Champions
racing forward from the ranks to dance and jump,
challenging the men of Maung to come out to face
them. Changamire Dombo held his forces back, waiting
to see if the elders would surrender Maung after
seeing this great show of strength.
His spear picked out the Leopard Regiment. He
signalled to them with two upright forward thrusts that
they were to move forward towards Maung.
The Ovambo village of Maung has been conquered
by the Rozwi. The warriors met no resistance.
KHAMI
Chief Sanchez of the Indabade and his warriors
returned to Khami from Binga, and ensured Princess
Amanaki Akani, the only daughter of King Chewa
Akani of Tonga, was housed in the Royal Kraal.
INHAMBANE
Kumalo Stosha, Rozwi's ambassador-at-large, strode
towards the low stone wall which marked the area
around the White Man kraal. The place was set
apart from the people's huts, kept at a distance so as to
make living separate easier. One of the Rozwi women
assigned to the Whites rushed past him, a woven jar
balanced atop her head. The two Europeans came out
from inside their kraal, their white-as-the-dead faces
burnt and blistered where the sun cooked their skins.
The crippled White sailor dragged his leg as he
followed them. Kushinga stopped a pace behind
Kumalo, both of them waiting as the Europeans
came to them.
The shipwrecked sailor spoke for the European
king's diplomats. His words mostly not understood. The
odd word he spoke sounded like a Portuguese word that
Kushinga knew - it was established that the
Frenchman spoke a form of speech which was a mixture
of French and Spanish, making it's own language.
He would attempt translation for the other two.
Kumalo ignored the pantomime. He allowed his
gaze to sweep the sandy headlands that protected the
settlement from the white flecked waters of the sea. His
eyes scanned the distance, as his ears were assaulted by the
language battle taking place next to him.
“This one is ‘Scotman'," Kushinga pointed to Thomas
Blake Glover. “He arrived here first and brought with
him a drink that sets fire in your belly. The other, the one
who arrived with the new moon, he is ‘Holanman'," as
Eric van d'Linden was henceforth to be known.
“The sailor says that the two of them share a king. Their
countries are like two halfbrothers with the same father.
Each one's name is made up of many words, too long and
hard to say - the people here refer to them by the names I
have told you."
The two diplomats stood looking at Kumalo, waiting
for him to do something. Kumalo wished he had a
herd of cattle to gift to each, like he had done for the
Portuguese governor to the north, but he did not - the
Changamire was far to the east, and he was not
permitted to simply take cattle and promise
compensation from the royal herd. Kumalo was at a
loss as to what to now do.
“Tell them that His Majesty, the Changamire, will return
victorious shortly. Prepare themselves to travel to
Khami. And learn to speak Rozwi Bantu."
Kumalo spread his lips into a wide smile and flashed his
large white teeth at the three Whites. “Bom Dia," he used
the few words that he knew of Portuguese - but his
words received blank looks, only the sailor appeared to
understand.
CAPETOWN
Mutumwa Dongo of the Rozwi informed
Gouverneur-Generaal van de Stel, “Any track way
between Khami and Capetown would run
through Herrero lands, also not forgetting the Kalahari
Desert. Surely the Dutchman's boats are
mighty enough to sail to Inhambane. Does not the
fine ship, ‘Theodor’ have canoes to get from boat to
beach?”
The governor answered, “Yes that is the case, and a
trade route by sea rather than overland would make
sense commercially and practically. No intention of
going inland myself, we are a seafaring nation after all,
unlike you people!”
"There is always something new out of Africa"