"My master said they must come."
"What for?"
"I put my hands on them, as my master said. Lizizi said: 'Let the children come, the little children, and do not stop them.' And Lizizi said: 'You must work for six days, and on the seventh day you must not do anything.'"
So that was the explanation. It came to the Commissioner in a flash.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Sinyoro."
"You have worked for a white man?"
"Yes, I was with the Mission."
"I thought as much."
"Lizizi" was the nearest this native could get to Jesus. The poor old man was, it transpired, a little mad. He had lived with the missionaries for many years, and had recently asked permission to visit friends on the Zambesi. The head missionary had let him go. As he afterwards explained, he knew the man was a little mad, but quite harmless. They had christened him James—James Sinyoro.