I am little to-day, and my people are a small people.
But I shall grow big, so big that my head will be lost in the clouds; you will look up and you shall not see it.

My face will blind you; it will be bright like the sun; and my people will grow great with me; they shall eat up the whole world.

And when I am big and my people are big, and we have stamped the earth flat as far as men can travel, then I will remember your tribe--the tribe of the Langeni, who would not give me and my mother a cup of milk when we were weary.

You see this gourd; for every drop it can hold the blood of a man shall flow--the blood of one of your men.

But because you gave me the water I will spare you, Mopo, and you only, and make you great under me.