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Chapter Twelve: Shaka and South Africa (herein known as Zululand) [1]

European Technology is Full of Fail

A.D. 1816

KwaBulawayo, Kingdom of Zulu (Now Bulawayo, Zimbabwe)

"These Europeans believe they can win me over with their way of thinking? Well, I say, pfft!" An African leader stormed into his large, majestic hut, carrying his spear and shield proudly. His kingdom, known those days as Zululand, looked up from her weaving and sighed.

Why must they always bother my boss? It's a constant annoyance, for me and him. Zululand had expected seeing foreigners enter the land, but not question the Zulu king about his taste in tools.

"I can find a million reasons why their thoughts are faulty, and ours are superior," Shaka ranted spitefully.

"I can, too, my lord," the young nation hissed under her breath. She didn't want to interrupt his rage, rather, she wanted to listen to what he had to say. But it seemed he was talking to no one in particular and only himself.

"One: Recording messages. What exactly is the point of that? If my messengers give me the wrong information, it's 'off with their heads' for them! And since everyone nowadays is 'up in the clouds', as they say, that's basically saying that all my men will die! How ineffective!"

True. Zululand nodded. This speech should be given to all the tribes. It's so informative.

"Next: Their weapons. By the time a soldier from their army is done reloading his 'muzzle-loader', my men have already pierced him from every corner with spears! I don't need to hear 'twice the damage of a pointy stick', because that's clearly incorrect!" Shaka then went on in circles about how much he despised the Europeans. [2]

By that time, his kingdom was on the verge of falling asleep. Didn't he say that already…?

After running out of excuses, the African boss finally noticed her drooping in the corner of his home. "Zululand! Were you even paying attention? I was going to use this to boast our peoples' spirits tomorrow! I needed some reminders!"

Zululand awoke with a start. "My lord, my lord! I'm sorry!" And with that, Shaka once again repeated his rage-filled tirade, much to her dismay.


Notes

1) The Zulu Kingdom later became part of the Union of South Africa, which was a predecessor for today's South Africa.

2) 'Muzzle-loader' - another word for rifle.

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