Chapter 18
A week had passed since their departure from the aduar governed by Abdullah al Shamoun. Farrah could not separate from her mind all the questions about the fate of her father and her people, and was buried in a permanent melancholy. Alain had explained that until they reached a major city like Bagamoyo or Dar es Salaam there was no way of knowing what the result of the fighting had been and begged his wife to control her nerves until then, but deep down he clearly understood her suffering and anxiety.
Tswamba and Alain had left for an early morning hunt, in order to replenish the availability of meat that was already scarce, which was problematic since it was the staple food due to lack of alternatives.
The wind from the east brought faint sounds where high and low notes were mixed.
“Elephants.” Muttered Tswamba.
“Well, we are not interested in them.” Said jokingly Alain. “Let´s go for smaller pieces.”