Kamaria

by Parsat

With the coming of the white man comes new knowledge and new darkness, united under an imposing logo of red and white. Here is the story of Joshua Jiwe Stone, through his own words.

7. Chapter 7

January 21, 1997

They would not talk to me. With some difficulty I managed to find the government buildings in the capital, but when I plead my case they simply referred me to another room, another building. It was infuriating…I could not understand why they did this.

Then, in the afternoon, when I decided I would go back to the Ministry of Health building to ask for more information, I came across a large, black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the building. That was not the thing that surprised me though. It was the image on its license plate that stopped me in my tracks: that red and white symbol that I had seen in my village.

I knew something was up. I rushed up to the building and was at the door when I bumped into a tall, white man who had just opened the door. He was rather old, and as I bumped into him the burly man behind me tackled me back, pinning me down with my arm behind my back. The old man approached, kicking me in the face:

"You filthy nigger. Don't you know who I am?"

I made no reply, feigning an ignorance of the language. Eventually he commanded his bodyguard to let go of me, but not before spitting in my face. I lay there, unmoving as they drove away. I knew that there was evil in this. I had to tell my people that this was a lie.