To Be a Man

Silently the boy passed through the opening in the enkang. He left his village before dawn. The boy was barefoot, wearing a red plaid shuka. By tradition he carried only a spear. Trotting across the savannah, the boy reached the place he scouted yesterday. He slew the lion without fear. Sironka returned home a man.

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