While the kids danced around with the members of the Maasai, Bob sat on a log and started to pull out his cell phone, trying to get a better call. He frowned a little when he found that the cell phone had no battery life.
The banana from earlier showed up, and sat down next to Bob.
"You seem troubled, tomato..." the banana woman spoke, all of a sudden. "Very stressed."
"You speak?!" Bob exclaimed, surprised.
"Yes." The banana replied. "I am Utuliva. I apologize for not properly introducing myself before."
"Well.." Bob said. "You sound very eloquent. Pardon me if I'm sounding odd, but is English your first language?"
"No. I...had to learn how to speak English." Utuliva sighed. "It is now one of our official languages, and it was the only way for I, and my people, to survive during the Apartheid."
"Oh..." Bob said. He swallowed, for he recalled hearing about such a event. "I'm so sorry.."
"I know what that is like." She replied. "I've felt stressed many times, but I've found Jesus these past few days, and learned that trusting in God can always alleviate whatever pain you have."
"That's right..." Bob replied. "I guess I should've done that."
"It is alright." Utuliva replied. "During the Apartheid, when I was about twenty, they forced us to give up our lifestyles, to abandon all that we've ever known, to live in a Western-style civilization and be segregated from the Boers. I of course, fought back, but it was due to my stressing that my brother went out to try and fight back...he is gone now."
"That's terrible." Bob said.
"But it taught me a valuable lesson—to remain calm in times of panic." Utuliva replied. "Anyway, the children have told me that you and them are trying to reach the city. The Elders of my people say that you may sleep for tonight—they will provide dinner."
"Wow..." Bob smiled. "Thanks, Utu'...May I call you that?"
"Of course." Utulivu replied.