Jama kaNdabaa had been preparing for this moment his entire life. It
was his first day in court and he was nervous as hell. He had always
imagined how he would carry himself in front of the tribal council;
how he would present his arguments. Yet now that the day had finally
arrived, he found himself blanking on the most basic of Zulu legal
principals. He looked down about three feet, where he locked eyes
with his client, Nebe Kapuala. A tiny pygmy from the jungles of
Kibale, he was being accused of stealing the heart (and virginity) of
the Chieftan's young and beautiful daughter. Jama could barely keep
from smirking as he thought of the four foot tall pygmy with the
Chieftan's elegant daughter, who stood at almost six feet. He had to
jerk his mind back to the task at hand and away from his curiosity of
their mating logistics. Jama attempted a reassuring smile at Nebe,
who if found guilty of improper conduct, could be sentenced to death.
Nebe looked nonplussed as he puffed away on his pipe, and gave a jaded half smile back. Jama thought that perhaps this was not the first Chieftan's daughter that Nebe might have deflowered. Suddenly the council member appeared from out of the hut, and beckoned for Jama and Nebe to enter. Well it was now or never….
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