Echoes From A Distant Land Part 36

The first man swore the oath then took the pot from the a.s.sistant, lifted it to his lips, and drank. He then sliced off a piece of the raw meat and swallowed it before moving on.

The next man stepped up and Jelani could then see that the meat was the goat's heart, liver and lungs. With a lurch in the pit of his stomach, he realised that the pot held the goat's blood.

Standing under the harsh gaze of Bildad Kaggia, Jelani had no doubt that if he decided to renege at the last minute, he would not make it back to Nairobi alive.

Kaggia intoned the words of the oath again and Jelani repeated them.

'If I ever argue when called, may I die of this oath.

'If I ever disobey my leader, may I die of this oath.

'If called upon in the night and I fail to come, may I die of this oath.'

Jelani took a deep breath and sipped warm blood from the pot then gulped down a slice of the heart.

His initiation was complete.

CHAPTER 41.

The following morning, the sun rose clear and bright in a brilliant blue sky.

As Jelani waited for the gaoler to lead Chege Muthuri into the visitors' meeting room, he wondered about Kaggia's almost primeval antics of the previous night. Although the oathing was quite bizarre, he had no doubts about his decision to join the Mau Mau.

The gaoler led Muthuri into the visitors' room then backed out. The unionist looked pleased. 'Ah, what a wonderful day, my young friend,' he said, beaming.

'Haven't you heard about the riots?' Jelani asked, surprised.

'I have. We are very close to victory.'

'I don't see how you can say that. The army are helping the police.'

'Excellent. It means they are worried. And when I heard they'd used tear gas, I knew we'd won.'

Jelani merely shook his head, thinking Muthuri had become delusional.

'You don't understand, do you?' Muthuri said. 'Let me explain. The administration has never before used tear gas in Kenya. It's unprecedented and, as someone said about empires, what is unprecedented is not permitted. This story will be in all the London newspapers. The Colonial Office will have a fit.' He was beside himself. 'I give them two or three days before it is all over. And I will be out of this place. Now, to business.'

Muthuri detailed what needed to be done in preparation for his release. Jelani scribbled notes, still not convinced Muthuri wasn't deceiving himself. When the union matters were completed, Muthuri asked about his scholars.h.i.+p.

'What do you mean?' Jelani asked.

'I've put you forward to the Trades Union Council. Didn't I tell you this?'

'No, not really.'

'For a place on the government's scholars.h.i.+p program. Someone in the Legislative Council is running it.'

'A scholars.h.i.+p? What is that?'

'A training program. In your case it would be six weeks in America with the Longsh.o.r.emen's Union.'

'In America?'

'If everything goes as planned. They'll want to interview you, but that won't be a problem. You'll probably leave in a couple of months.'

'For America?'

'The person who you must see is ...' He patted his pockets and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from one of them. '... Sam w.a.n.gira.'

Jelani crossed the quadrangle on Queens Way. It was still littered with the detritus of the most recent fracas - stones and empty tear-gas canisters lay scattered around the grounds.

There was a large crowd inside the administration building. Jelani had never seen so many excited white people - businessmen from the look of their expensive suits. He guessed many were there to lobby the politicians to choose one of the solutions to the industrial situation suggested in the press. There was also a small number of black Africans. All were trying to gain access to the information desk where two quite hara.s.sed black public servants were attempting to answer questions and direct people to the appropriate person or department.

Jelani took his place in line behind a young woman wearing a white broad-brimmed hat, pleated brown skirt and white gloves.

After some time waiting in line he was getting no closer to the counter and realised that the woman in front of him was allowing others, particularly the businessmen, to push ahead. It annoyed him that they always considered their business more pressing than any others, but he thought it quite unusual that they ignored the usual protocol of allowing their women to go first.

When she finally reached the top of the queue, he understood why the men had ignored her. By her fluent use of Swahili, she was a black African. Her subdued European outfit had deceived him.

He could overhear her request for information about the two askaris promised to her village. She had a soft, lilting voice. Her Swahili was also quite proper and without any accent. It was the Swahili taught in good schools and used by quite educated Africans.

The clerk gave her some forms to complete and, as she turned away, she stepped on Jelani's toes and dropped her papers.

'Oh, I beg your pardon,' she said, stooping to retrieve the forms.

Jelani bent to help too, and when they stood they were face to face.

She had curving black lashes framing the most beautiful dark brown eyes, which now widened in surprise. Her lips parted, and her tongue lightly touched her top lip.

She was more beautiful than ever.

'Beth!' he whispered.

It wasn't the most romantic venue Jelani might have chosen, but the tea shop at Nairobi station was at least a respectable one and, since Beth appeared to have grown into a very proper young lady, with pleated skirts and white gloves, he thought she would be more comfortable there.

He sat listening to her beautiful voice and simply couldn't stop grinning.

She told him about her job working with Chief Luka in the district of Lari.

'Lari? You mean up past Limuru?'

'Yes.'

Jelani knew of it. It was a small farming community in the fertile high ground at the edge of the Rift Valley.

'I work helping Deacon James in the villages around Lari.'

He asked her if she'd like tea and she said she would - with milk and sugar. But when he reached the counter he realised he'd forgotten her order, and three minutes later he was back to ask again.

He felt no desire to speak, preferring to watch her face as she talked. He loved the way she touched her cheek as she tried to recall a detail and how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. He asked about her life since she left their village five years before.

'Reverend Farley sent me to the Anglican Inland Mission school in Voi. I studied there for four years. I learned about the work of the mission in Kenya, of course, and secretarial work, and I learned dressmaking and cooking.'

He listened patiently as she listed her academic subjects, but she was not telling him what he most wanted to know. 'Are you married?' he asked, impulsively.

Beth looked surprised, then shy. 'No,' she said. 'Are you?'

'No. Never. I mean ... when you went away, I knew ...'

Now he regretted choosing the railway station cafe. He reached across the table to take her hand in his.

'I knew I only ever wanted you, Beth.'

Back at the administration building, still buzzing with love and delight, Jelani found Sam w.a.n.gira's office at the far end of the corridor, with only the number on the door to indicate he'd found the right place. When he opened the door he was surprised to see w.a.n.gira himself sitting at a secretary's desk; he looked up when he arrived at the doorway.

'Oh,' Jelani said. 'I'm sorry to have barged in.'

'Not at all,' w.a.n.gira said. 'Come in.'

Jelani did so, closing the door behind him.

w.a.n.gira smiled. 'I suppose you expected a secretary to be sitting here.'

'Um ... yes.'

'Well, there's just me.'

He sat back in his chair, appraising Jelani.

'I've seen you somewhere before. Ah! The light-skinned kid with the shoes.h.i.+ne box. A few years ago now.'

Jelani squirmed. He didn't want those days to figure on his resume. 'I came about the scholars.h.i.+p,' he said frostily. 'I'm Jelani Karura.'

w.a.n.gira nodded. 'A Kikuyu.'

He studied Jelani in a way that made him uncomfortable. Or maybe it was because he had referred to his skin colour.

'A lot of people around here will question why I want to give a scholars.h.i.+p to a Kikuyu,' w.a.n.gira continued. 'They think we're all members of the Mau Mau. Wrecking farms. Butchering livestock. Maniacs, the lot of them. I don't suppose you'd admit it if you were one of them.'

He waited a moment, but Jelani again said nothing. The Mau Mau were a banned organisation. He'd be mad to admit to members.h.i.+p.

'Let me tell you what this is about, because my guess is you have no idea,' w.a.n.gira said, leaning back in his chair. 'The government of Kenya is preparing for the day when this country becomes independent. We are looking for young people who are showing promise, and who might be trained to become future leaders.'

w.a.n.gira explained that there were only limited funds at present, but that after a trial period, when the success or otherwise of the program could be a.s.sessed, more funds might be allocated.

'I only have a few places available, so I have to be choosy.' He glared at Jelani from the other side of the desk. 'I don't want anyone who'll mess up.'

Jelani held his silence, not daring to make the response he would have liked to give.

w.a.n.gira then went to the single filing cabinet standing against a wall.

'Here,' he said, handing a page to Jelani. 'Fill that in.'

He waited as Jelani completed the form and slid it back across the desk.

'Cook's farm. Up in the Embu region,' w.a.n.gira said, reading from the form.

He studied Jelani yet again. 'I was up there a few years ago, delivering a pick-up load of maize. Yes ... I remember you from then too. It's your colour. Very distinctive.'

Jelani had had almost enough of him. He asked through tight lips if w.a.n.gira had all he needed from him.

'You can go. I'll let your boss know if you're successful.'

Jelani stood to leave, but at the door w.a.n.gira had more to add.

'I wasn't just joking about the Mau Mau,' he said. 'I know they're out there recruiting everyone they can. Using threats and promises. They call themselves freedom fighters, fighting for land reform and independence. Heroes, if you'd believe them. But they're not. They're becoming increasingly desperate, and they're not doing the cause, our cause, any good. If they approach you, don't get involved.'

Jelani closed the door behind him.

Sam watched Jelani Karura close the door to his office. He had handled himself very well during the interview. Even goading him about his skin colour, an issue Sam suspected was a sensitive one for him, had failed to provoke an angry response.

He'd been impressed by the young man since encouraging him to defend his shoes.h.i.+ning turf against the big Kamba and, although Sam was no great supporter of the trades union movement, he'd followed Jelani's ideas as editor of Uhuru.

He reached for a sheet of letterhead paper and used it for a note to Chege Muthuri, confirming the scholars.h.i.+p for Jelani Karura to attend the offices of the International Longsh.o.r.emen's a.s.sociation in New York. He paused there, again wondering if he'd acted wisely in allowing Muthuri to have his way on the choice of the ILA. Sam wanted the scholars.h.i.+p to be with the New York Times, but he felt he needed to be conciliatory on this, the first occasion his trust would be used. In future he would exert more pressure to get his way.

He reached into his desk drawer for an envelope and also took out the letter he'd received from General Motors. It was hedged in complicated legal terms, and obviously written by their highly paid lawyers, but it was clear to Sam that the company wanted to discuss a business deal.

General Motors had long ago purchased Cadillac - the car manufacturer to first use Ira's electric starter motors - and now wanted to buy the patents of which Sam was the nominal owner.

The money from the settlement was likely to help Sam continue and expand his training scholars.h.i.+p program a few more years. It would mean going to New York to discuss the details.

New York. The thought of the city drew mixed emotions.

Although it wasn't convenient or pleasing to be returning to New York - he dreaded the sea journey - in some ways he welcomed it. He could arrange his trip to coincide with young Karura's scholars.h.i.+p so he could keep an eye on him.

It would also draw to an end his involvement with Ira's legacy. It was time to put that painful part of his life finally to rest.

CHAPTER 42.