A Man of the People

We had all accepted things from white skins that none of us would have brooked from our own people.

What mattered was that a man had treated me as no man had a right to treat another—not even if he was master and the other slave; and my manhood requires that I made him pay for his insult in full measure.

A man of worth never gets up to unsay what he said yesterday.

That’s all they cared for,’ [Max] said with a solemn face. ‘Women, cars, landed property. But what else can you expect when intelligent people leave politics to illiterates like Chief Nanga?

He looked as bright as a new shilling in his immaculate white robes.

In Chief Nanga’s company it was impossible not to be merry.