“Myhusband，thief，whichhusband？Doyoumeanyourfather，theonewiththebrokennose，whowassacrificedbecauseyouranawaywiththewhitemanwhomBonsaloved？Well，youlookoutforhimwhenyougetintotheworldofghosts，forhesaidthathewasgoingtowaitforyoutherewiththebiggeststickthathecouldfind。WhyIhaven’tthoughtofhimforyears，butthenIhavehadthreeotherhusbandssincehistime，badenough，butbetterthanhewas，sowhowould？AndnowBonsahasgotthelot，andIhavenochildrenalive，andtheysayIamtobedrivenoutoftheprisontostarvenextweekastheywon’tfeedmeanylonger，Iwhocanstillworkagainstanyoneofthem，and——you’vegotmyblanket，youuglyoldrascal，“andcollapsingbeneaththeweightofherrecitedwoes，thehagburstintoamelancholyhowl。
“Peace，mymother，“saidJeekie，pattingheronthehead。“DowhatI
tellyouandyoushallhavemoreblanketsthanyoucanwearand，asyouarestillsohandsome，anotherhusbandtooifyoulike，andagardenandslavestoworkforyouandplentytoeat。“
“HowshallIgetallthesethings，myson？“askedtheoldwoman，lookingup。“Willyoutakemetoyourhomeandsupportme，orwillthatwhitelordmarryme？TheytoldmethattheAsikahadnamedhimastheMungana，andsheisveryjealous，themostjealousAsikathatI
haveeverknown。“