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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Authors
  3. ALSO BY BARBARA & STEPHANIE KEATING
  4. Map
  5. Dedication
  6. Blood Sisters
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Glossary

‘Kenyatta is doing a great deal to bring all the players together,’ George said. ‘His spirit of Harambee is not just a catchphrase – he seems able to make people believe in the possibility of integration. He’s a remarkable man, and I think he’ll prove a great statesman.’

‘But he’s a Kikuyu,’ Raphael said. ‘How will the other tribes, with their own scores to settle, fit into this process of sharing out parcels of land?’

‘They are unlikely to behave like British gentlemen.’ Dr Hayford’s tone was sceptical. ‘Many Africans will be too proud, too short-sighted, to accept advice on running small farms. New foreigners will come and tell them what to do, in place of the experts they already know.’

‘Africans are already taking over key jobs in government, and in the commercial sector at every level,’ Raphael pointed out. ‘And there’s the buyout scheme. Up to a million acres of land previously owned by the European farming community – which will be divided up as small holdings for African farmers.’

‘A crazy scheme that will destroy some of the most fertile land in the country,’ Jan said. He felt the pressure of Lottie’s foot under the table, but he was unable to contain himself. ‘And we Afrikaners are caught, like the Asians, in a no man’s land between the departing British and the natives. The only difference is that the Indians can go back to India, or to England with their new British passports if they wish.’

‘I’m sure that ludicrous idea will be abandoned.’ Marina’s voice rose above the murmurs around the table. ‘Thousands of Indians into Britain? It’s out of the question. The country is too small, and it’s far too cold. There wouldn’t be any suitable work, and they’ll simply hunker down and breed like rabbits. Next thing, we’ll be overrun with—’

‘I don’t think you have an informed attitude on this subject, Marina.’ Her husband was acutely embarrassed. ‘It’s a complex question that I certainly wouldn’t want to explore this evening.’

‘I don’t see why you should try to silence me, George. I’m just as entitled to my opinion as anyone else. An honest exchange of views is so stimulating. Don’t you think so, Dr Hayford?’

‘Indeed I do, madam. I’m finding you most enlightening. And much more honest than anyone else I have met recently. Very refreshing.’ He was smiling at Marina with open amusement.