They were coming to the hut now, each carrying a gift to put at Oganda’s feet. As their singing got nearer Oganda was able to hear what they were saying: “It is to save the people, if it is to give us rain, let Oganda go. Let Oganda die for her people, and for her ancestors,” Was she mad to think that they were singing about her? Ho could she die? She found the lean figure of her grandmother barring the door. She could not get out. The look on her grandmother’s face warned her that there was danger around the corner. “Mother, it is not marriage then?” Oganda asked urgently. She suddenly felt panicky like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat. Forgetting that there was only one door in the hut Oganda fought desperately to find another exit. She must fight for her life. But there was none. She closed her eyes, leapt like a wild tiger through the door, knocking her grandmother flat to the ground. There outside in mourning garments Labong’o stood motionless, his hands folded at the back. He held his daughter’s hand and led her away from the excited crowd to the little red-painted hut where her mother was resting. Here he broke the news officially to his
They were coming to the hut now, each carrying a gift to put at Oganda’s feet. As their singing got nearer Oganda was able to hear what they were saying: “It is to save the people, if it is to give us rain, let Oganda go. Let Oganda die for her people, and for her ancestors,” Was she mad to think that they were singing about her? Ho could she die? She found the lean figure of her grandmother barring the door. She could not get out. The look on her grandmother’s face warned her that there was danger around the corner. “Mother, it is not marriage then?” Oganda asked urgently. She suddenly felt panicky like a mouse cornered by a hungry cat. Forgetting that there was only one door in the hut Oganda fought desperately to find another exit. She must fight for her life. But there was none. She closed her eyes, leapt like a wild tiger through the door, knocking her grandmother flat to the ground. There outside in mourning garments Labong’o stood motionless, his hands folded at the back. He held his daughter’s hand and led her away from the excited crowd to the little red-painted hut where her mother was resting. Here he broke the news officially to his