What did I promise you on that day, people of the Langeni tribe?
Did I not promise you that for every drop the gourd I craved would hold I would take the life of a man?
And have I not kept my promise?
Do not men lie here more in number than the drops of water in a gourd, and with them woman and children countless as the leaves?
O people of the Langeni tribe, who refused me milk when I was little, having grown great, I am avenged upon you! Having grown great! Ah! who is there so great as I?
The earth shakes beneath my feet; when I speak the people tremble, when I frown they die--they die in thousands.

I have grown great, and great I shall remain! The land is mine, far as the feet of man can travel the land is mine, and mine are those who dwell in it.

And I shall grow greater yet--greater, ever greater.

Is it thy face, Baleka, that stares upon me from among the faces of the thousands whom I have slain?
Thou didst promise me that I should sleep ill henceforth.

Baleka, I fear thee not--at the least, thou sleepest sound.