3 The Son (1/2)

Seasons and 'moons' passed, the birth and the naming of the chief's son was expunged from everyone's minds. Everyone was attending to their daily activities and nothing seemed unusual. Ochieng' Lwanda was already thirty two seasons or eight years old. At this age, he had proved to be a reliable boy and the chief was always by his side, teaching him how to run a few things of the clan.

One day, they were walking across the woods of Kobuthi, Ong'am showing the young boy the Lu land.

”Father, I heard there is likely to be a bettle between the Lu tribe and the Kunde tribe...” the boy started, breaking the long silence.

”Where did you hear that from? ” asked the father and the boy answered almost immediately.

”You forget that I never leave your side, nothing passes my ears... ”

The man frowned a little upon hearing that, he wanted to toss the story aside but the kid couldn't just allow him to.

”I cannot forget that nervous face of yours when you were disclosing that news to the clan elders, are those from Kunde strong? ”

The man wanted to answer or comment but the boy didn't give him a chance,

” Then our Lu tribe is very weak, isn't it the other day that uncle Amunde your younger brother bluffed about the Lu tribe being the strongest in the world and Kunde being the weakest?”

” Son... ”

” Or that uncle of mine was drunk when he said so... but I remember the sun was just rising, could he be drunk that early?” the son continued.

”Son, your uncle was not drunk and he was right about our tribe being the strongest in the world, we don't really fear the Kunde people... ”