They gluttonously gulped the raw bowels, grumbling that they were chiefs who deserved priority and preferential treatment. Life seemed to surge back into their emaciated bodies as they washed down large chunks of raw buffalo bowels, with gulps of water from the cool brook.
“It is nice to be a chief, eh?” Mtwafy winked slyly at Kavoo, rubbing his bloated belly with satisfaction.
The rest of hastily roasted and almost raw meat was distributed to the starving slaves, who ravaged it like hungry dogs. The Arabs ate the choicest cuts of the buffalo meat, which they had properly barbecued. They retired into their sleeping bags for the night.
Throughout that night, Mtwafy and Kavoo suffered severe bouts of stomachaches, diarrhea and vomiting. The whole caravan fell sick with stomachaches, heada
