“Greetings, O people of the Banana, I bring you tidings of him who is and is not, of him who was lost and yet is come. ‘Behold, I show you a sign!’”
Against the gloom his left arm and hand glowed with a strange light. An unanimous “Ehh!” rose from the assembled warriors and wizards alike.
“Raise your ears!” continued Marufa, “that the Voice may speak unto you!”
In the silence came a subdued click and commenced a high-pitched voice in the dialect:
“Aie! Aie! I am the spirit of Kintu!
Aie! Aie! I am he who first was!
Aie! Aie! I am the Banana from whom I was made!”
Whites of eyes glimmered like butterflies in starlight. Nothing was visible. The voice appeared to rise from every direction. The new miracle petrified the limbs of all.
“Aie! Aie! My soul is defiled and my children enslaved!
Aie! Aie! My face hath been scratched by an alien claw!