"Why, on these proud Zulus, this little family of men who call themselves the 'People of Heaven,' and swallow other tribes as the great tree-snake swallows kids and small bucks, and when it is fat with them cries to the world, 'See how big I am! Everything is inside of me.' I am a Ndwande, one of those peoples whom it pleases the Zulus to call 'Amatefula'-- poor hangers-on who talk with an accent, nothing but bush swine.

Therefore I would see the swine tusk the hunter.

Or, if that may not be, I would see the black hunter laid low by the rhinoceros, the white rhinoceros of your race, Macumazahn, yes, even if it sets its foot upon the Ndwande boar as well.

There, I have told you, and this is the reason that I live so long, for I will not die until these things have come to pass, as come to pass they will.

What did Chaka, Senzangakona's son, say when the little red assegai, the assegai with which he slew his mother, aye and others, some of whom were near to me, was in his liver?
What did he say to Mbopa and the princes?
Did he not say that he heard the feet of a great white people running, of a people who should stamp the Zulus flat?
Well, I, 'The-thing-who-should-not-have-been-born,' live on until that day comes, and when it comes I think that you and I, Macumazahn, shall not be far apart, and that is why I have opened out my heart to you, I who have knowledge of the future.