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“A British colonial police officer sat behind a desk on which was piled a jumble of papers. A notice on the wall above his head proclaimed: work fascinates me. I can sit and watch it for hours. He had quite a pleasant, good looking face with arched eyebrows and green eyes. As commander of the station with no superior to jump to attention for, he exuded a great air of self-importance. He stared impressively at Makhaya for some time, then he said, ‘So you have come?’

Makhaya could make nothing of this remark and kept quiet. ‘It’s past eleven o’clock and I’ve delayed my tea waiting for you,’ he said. In fact, I was just about to come and pick you up. Sit down, Mr Makhaya Maseko.’

‘How do you know my name?’ Makhaya asked, startled.” When rain clouds gather, Bessie Head.