Chapter 5
Toby had lost his appetite by the time Kuweza returned with a bowl of meat and yam stew. He questioned Kuweza about why the following day was so special, but Kuweza would only shake his head and smile. Toby felt a chill in the marrow of his bones when he thought about what lay in store for him. Alone in the darkness of his hut he could do no more than pick at the morsels of food in his bowl and in the end he pushed the dish to one side and lay down on the ground. He closed his eyes and realised he was sick of lying on the hard ground too. In fact, there wasn’t one thing he wasn’t absolutely fed up with.
When he was awoken later that night by a voice in the darkness, Toby wondered if he weren’t a little psychic. It wasn’t Kuweza’s voice and it wasn’t deep enough to belong to any
