Master of the Game

not care about me. Van der Merwe raped

Their ages were measured by tribal lore: wars and battles, and births and deaths of great chiefs, comets and blizzards and earthquakes

He reached a wooden shack, took one last look around, rapped twice on the door and entered

Once again, the Bantus would rise and rule because of him. The

black could exist was by slim , subservient on the surface, but cunning and clever beneath.

The whites had pushed them into smaller and smaller territories, until their freedom had been eroded

English ladies in flounced skirts and ruffled blouses mingled in front of the bazaars set up in the town squares at Braameonstein

And now they were enslaved by a handful of white jackals

minority ruled. Banda hated them. This was his land

The giant birds closed in for their