ABSTRACT
The pressure was building up. The boy who had grown up free in Khonoma, imbibing the lore of his people, and who had acquired a vision, found himself being pushed into a cul-de-sac from which there seemed no escape. Did the future of those who depended on him, he asked himself, lie in his own past? How could he build on their growing sense of national identity when faced with their ignorance of their proud heritage?
