So it was that when the soldiers marched into town, pointing their guns menacingly before them so the townspeople called their children and ran back into their houses, Moribu alone was left on the street, Moribu alone stood and faced them...

Kumba-without-a-mother suffered. People in the town frowned when she passed, at the state of her clothes, and other children would not play with her. Kumba-with-a-mother was spiteful and full of malice, and knew that her mother would always take her side. And so she was cruel to Kumba-without...

She couldn't, at that moment, have told you what she felt. It wasn't an absence of emotion. Rather it was what emotion was before it could be accurately described by words...