#70 – excitement of the adventure

Jamie turned his attention to the land entrance to the diamond field. According to Banda, the area was fenced in with barbed wire and patrolled twenty-four hours a day by armed guards. At the entrance itself was a manned watchtower. And even if one did somehow manage to slip past the watch-tower into the diamond…

#69 – into the diamond field

It was in Cape Town that Jamie became aware of the enormous schism between the blacks and whites. The blacks had no rights except the few they were given by those in power. They were herded into conclaves that were ghettos and were allowed to leave only to work for the white man. “How do…

#68 – the Partnership

It was midnight when Banda led Jamie out of the shack. Jamie looked around. He was in the middle of a shantytown, a jungle of rusty, corrugated iron shacks and lean-tos, made from rotting planks and torn sacking. The ground, muddy from a recent rain, gave off a rank odor. Jamie wondered how people as…

#67 – need of source

Jamie got out of bed that afternoon for the first time, dizzy and weak. His leg still had not completely healed, and he walked with a slight limp. Banda tried to assist him. “Let go of me. I can make it on my own.” Banda watched as Jamie carefully moved across the room. ‘I’d like…

#66 – Conversation

“Why didn’t your master come himself?” Jamie croaked. “I have no master.” “Van der Merwe. He didn’t send you?” “No. He would kill us both if he knew.” None of this made any sense. “Where am I? I want to know where I am.” “Cape Town.” “That’s impossible. How did I get here?” “I brought…

#65 – flooding back memories

Banda did not know how old he was, for natives had no birth certificates. Their ages were measured by tribal lore: wars and battles, and births and deaths of great chiefs, comets and blizzards and earthquakes, Adam Kok’s trek, the death of Chaka and the cattle-killing revolution. But the number of bis years made no…

#64 – cunning and clever

He kept crawling, for he knew that the moment he stopped they would be upon him. He was burning with fever and pain and his body was flayed by the hot sand. And still, he could not give up, not as long as Van der Merwe was unpunished—not as long as Van der Merwe was…

#63 – terrified imagination

That was when he lost consciousness again. His body was on fire. Someone was scraping his face with sandpaper, and he vainly tried to lift a hand to protest. He made an effort to open his eyes, but they were swollen shut. Jamie lay there, every fiber of his being screaming with pain, as he…

#62 – Sound of pain

In a second, Jamie was towering over Van der Merwe. He pulled the thin figure into the air and held him up to eye level. “I’m going to make you sorry you ever laid eyes on me.” He dropped Van der Merwe to his feet, flung the money on the table and stormed out. When…