Once the Pongo people owned all this land and only had their sacred places beyond the water.

Then your forefathers came and fell on them, killing many, enslaving many and taking their women to wife.

Now, say the Motombo and the Kalubi, in the place of war let there be peace; where there is but barren sand, there let corn and flowers grow; let the darkness, wherein men lose their way and die, be changed to pleasant light in which they can sit in the sun holding each other's hands." "Hear, hear!" I muttered, quite moved by this eloquence.

But Bausi was not at all moved; indeed, he seemed to view these poetic proposals with the darkest suspicion.
"Give up killing our people or capturing them to be sacrificed to your White Devil, and then in a year or two we may listen to your words that are smeared with honey," he said.

"As it is, we think that they are but a trap to catch flies.