Squid rushed to Mobouto pleading with him to exercise the utmost caution with this new band of white men. Squid recounted his past experiences but to no avail. The local folk were enchanted with the new visitors and unfortunately so was Mobouto. He would hear no bad words about these men. Squid, in desperation, took to the streets warning the population not to fraternize with the white men. The royal court had ordered Squid to desist. Frantically Squid stormed into Mobouto’s chambers but there were a crowd of royal messengers with a terrible tale. A group of white men had attacked the royal mint and killed 16 guards with their sharp metal sticks. Half the gold had been stolen and 34 women had been led off in chains.
Mobouto lifted his head from his hands and said in a trance like voice, I’m sorry about this. You warned us and we ignored you. Stupid me thinking they were here as friends. As for your advice I will issue a royal edict forbidding any white man from entering the kingdom. As for those criminals a war party has been sent outnumbering the whites who were making slow progress with their stolen gold and women. Our warriors will deal these cowards a death they deserve.”
Squid replied,” You have chosen wisely but fate will overcome you and your noble people More of their kind will eventually return. They want your gold, your bodies and most of all your souls. Beware Mobouto. Beware.” And with these dire warnings he promptly turned and sauntered out of the royal chamber heading to his favourite café for some fortified yam juice.
Well Squid was correct. Years later an entire army of men arrived looting, raping and torturing dragging the great Mobouto to the slave markets in Charleston. Then came the blackrobes, like flies alighting on an animal carcass, carrying crosses and staring into the sky praying to their gods. What people were not carted away in chains heard their gods being ridiculed and their temples set afire and before they knew it they had all been baptized as Christians awaiting salvation from the almighty God and his son. Squid mused these blackrobes were going to require a lot of forgiving from their god. In the name of their god they had normalized polite genocide and slavery.
Squid was distraught and hid in the jungle sometimes venturing into the city in disguise. There was nothing that could be done. They were finished. It was time for him to depart or was it simply escaping the issue? Squid instinctively knew he would be compelled to stand up and fight one day. It was impossible to escape this omnipresent situation.