I saw them again, Mopo.

They were bones, white bones, thousands of bones tumbled together in a rocky place, and he, Chaka, stood over the bones and laughed till the earth shook.

Then, Mopo, in my dream, I saw you grown a man.

You alone were left of our people.

You crept up behind the giant Chaka, and with you came others, great men of a royal look.