Flung into a state of grief, a mysterious illness
struck mercilessly, strangely smitten the lives
of children. Every soul was deeply bereaved.
More to their state of sorrow and despair was
confusion; everything was done, but no cure
was found - all hope was gone; they would
have to keep digging graves on every break of
dawn.
They prayed for mercy, and it did arrive. The
white man's doctor from the goldmine gave
them hope, but they will have to choose to
afford the high cost by a different means or lick
back that which they have vomited.
Ndamaku, who didn't stop to believe in the
power of ancestry, who had not forgotten his
identity, will have to strive through trials, fears,
and difficulties, to travel back to the roots to
lose these chains of bereavement. His strides
revealed a truth that caused the reclaiming and
reshaping of the glory of their heritage.