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