"Bold Mzilikazi crossed the Limpopo river and found a pleasant land of sweet grass and clear waters. It was inhabited by a gentle, pastoral people, descendants of a race who had built great cities of stone, a comely people whom Mzilikazi contemptuously named the "eaters of dirt" and referred to as his cattle. He treated them like cattle, killing them for sport, or husbanding them to provide his indolent warriors with slaves. The young women of Mashona, if they were nubile, were mounted for pleasure and used as breeding-stock to provide more warriors for his murderous imp is but then you know all this."
"The broad facts, yes," the old white man nodded. "But not your interpretation of them. Which proves that history is merely propaganda written by the victors." Peter laughed. J leadn't heard it put that way before.
However, it's true. Now, we, the Shana, are the ultimate victors, so it is our right to redraft history."
"Go on," the white man invited.
"I find this instructive."
"Very well. In the year 1868, as white men measure time, Mzilikazi, this great fat debauched and diseased killer, died. It is amusing to recall that his followers kept his corpse fifty-six days in the heat of Matabeleland before committing it to burial, so he stank in death as powerfully as he did in life. Another endearing Matabele trait." He waited for Tungata. to protest, and when he did not, went on.
"One of his sons succeeded him, Lobengula, "the one who drives like the wind", as fat and devious and bloodthirsty as his illustrious father. However, at almost the Iran same time as he took the chieftainship of the Matabele, two seeds were sown that would soon grow into great creeping vines that would choke and finally bring the fat bull of Kumalo crashing to earth." He paused for effect, likea practised storyteller, and then held up one finger. "Firstly, far to the south of his plundered domains, the white men had found on a desolate kopie in the veld, a little shiny pebble, and secondly from a dismal island far to the north, a sickly young white man embarked on a ship, seeking clean dry air for his weak lungs.
"The kopje was soon dug away by the white ants, and became a hole a mile across and four hundred feet deep.
The white men called it Kimberley, after the foreign secretary in England who condoned its theft from the local tribes.
"The sickly white man was named Cecil John Rhodes, and he proved to be even more devious and cunning and unprincipled than any Matabele king. He simply ate up the other white men who had discovered the kopje of shiny stones. He bullied and bribed and cheated and wheedled until he owned it all. He became the richest man in the world.
"However, the winning of these shiny pebbles called for enormous amounts of physical tabour by tens of thousands of men. Whenever there is hard work to be done, where does the white man in Africa look?" Peter chuckled and left his rhetorical question unanswered.
"Cecil Rhodes offered simple food, a cheap gun and a few coins for three years of a black man's life. The black 338 file, men, unsophisticated and naive, accepted those wages, and made their master a multi-millionaire many times over.
"Amongst the black men who came to Kimberley were amadoda of the Matabele. They had been sent the young by Lobengula have I mentioned that Lobengula was a thief? His instruction to his young men was to steal the shiny pebbles and bring them back to him. Tens of thousands of Matabele made the long journey southwards to the diamond diggings and they brought back diamonds.
"The diamonds they picked were the largest and the brightest, the ones that showed up most clearly in the washing and processing. How many diamonds? One Matabele whom the white police caught had swallowed 348 carats of diamonds worth;E3000 in the coin of those days say 000,000 in today's terms. Another had slit open his thigh and pouched in his own flesh a single diamond that weighed 200 carats." Peter shrugged. "Who can say what its present value might have been? Perhaps E2,000,000." The old white man who had been aloof, even disinterested, during the first part of this recital, was now leaning forward intently, his head twisted to watch Peter Fungo, hera's lips.
"Those were the few that the white police caught, but there were thousands upon thousands of Matabele diamond-smugglers who were never caught. Remember, in the early days of the 4iggings, there was virtually no control over the black labourers, they came and went as the fancy moved them. So some stayed a week before drifting away, others worked a full three-year contract before leaving, but when they went, the shiny pebbles went with them in their hair, in the heels of their new boots, in their mouths, in their bellies, stuffed up their anuses or in the vaginas of their women the diamonds went out in thousands upon thousands of carats.
"Of course, it could not last. Rhodes introduced the compound system. The labourers were locked up in barbed wire compounds for the full three years of their contract.
Before they left they were stripped naked, and placed in special quarantine huts for ten days, during which time their heads and pudenda were shaved, and their bodies minutely examined by the white doctors, their rear ends were thoroughly probed and any recently healed scars sounded, and if necessary, reopened with a surgeon's scalpel.
They were given massive doses of castor oil, and finely meshed screens were placed under the latrines so that their droppings could be washed and processed as though they were the blue earth of the diggings. However, the Matabele we re crafty thieves, and they still found ways to get the stones out of the compounds. The river of diamonds had been reduced to a trickle, but the trickle went northwards still to Lobengula.
"Again you ask, how many? We can only guess. There was a Matabele named Baro, the Axe, who left Kimberley with a belt of diamonds around his waist. You have heard of Baro, son of Gandang, my dear Tungata. He was your great-grandfather. He became a notorious Matabele induna, and slew hundreds of defenceless Mashona during WHO his depredations. The belt of diamonds that he laid before Lobengula, so legend tells us, weighed the equivalent of ten ostrich eggs. As a single ostrich egg has the same capacity as two dozen domestic hens" eggs, and even allowing for legend's exaggerations, we come to a figure in excess of five million pounds sterling in today's inflated currency.