"Yes, it is so.

Last night you crept to your husband's hut--do you remember, a dog growled at you as you passed the gate ?--and there in front of the hut he sat with his new wife.

She saw you coming, but pretending not to see, she threw her arms about his neck, kissing and fondling him before your eyes, till you could bear it no longer, and revealed yourself, upbraiding them.

Then your rival taunted you and stirred up the man with bitter words, till at length he took a stick and beat you from the door, and there is a mark of it upon your shoulder." "It is true, it is too true!" she groaned.
"Yes, it is true.

And now, what do you wish from me ?" "Master, I wish a medicine to make my husband hate my rival and to draw his heart back to me." "That must be a strong medicine," said Hokosa, "which will turn a man from one who is young and beautiful to one who is past her youth and ugly." "I am as I am," answered the poor woman, with a touch of natural dignity, "but at least I have loved him and worked for him for fifteen long years." "And that is why he would now be rid of you, for who cumbers his kraal with old cattle ?" "And yet at times they are the best, Master.