“Young Tutu, I thought you were clever,” the Blind Man said sharply. “Have you ever seen Ajungo? Have you ever heard the drums of Ajungo soldiers in the distance? Have you ever smelled Ajungo fires on the wind? Of course you understand.” Funme put her arm fully around him, drew him close. “There is no Ajungo,” she said gently. “There has never been. Only our own obas. Only us.”
