As Nomusa proudly watched her mother’s cows walking single file into the cattlefold, she noticed that her mother’s favorite, Nyawuza, was not among them.
Where could she be?
Nomusa ran toward the cattlefold just as her brothers were entering it.
Mdingi saw her and called, “Go back, Nomusa! You know it’s bad luck for girls to be here when we milk the cows.”
“Yes, I know,” Nomusa answered, looking at the cows to make sure she was not mistaken. “But did you bring back all of our mother’s cows? I do not see Nyawuza.”
Kangata stood next to Mdingi, looking solemn. Silently he gazed at his elder brother and sister. Mdingi’s face was a study of misery and fear.
Nomusa knew something serious had happened.
