“Yes.”
“But that afterwards they became sick and died also?”
“Yes.”
“What did the men of Bolobo eat when there?”
“Chikwanga.”
“Well, what is chikwanga but bread made out of manioc?”
“That is true.”
“Did you make it into bread?”
“Some of us.”
“And some of you have lived. Now the truth of the matter is this. You went out into the fields, and gathered the manioc tubers, the finest and best. And you cut some leaves of manioc and brought them in, to bruise them and make greens. This manioc is of the bitter kind. This bitterness which you taste in it is poison. It would not only kill a few hundreds. It would kill a whole race.