“I played a dangerous game. Of course I wasn’t planning to shoot. What right did I have to kill a person for the fact that he didn’t want to risk his life for my whim? But I felt that I had to make them obey me blindly. So I stood angry as hell and aimed him straight in the back, against the heart. He took a few more steps — and then suddenly turned around.
‘Don’t shoot, baas, I’ll go with you!’ he shouted, reaching out his hands to me with a pleading look.
‘And you’ll do great,’ I said completely calmly. ‘Otherwise you would have had to learn that “fate walks” not only in Wambee’s domain.’”