"I would trade everything," Makgabe said, "for my people to see rain again."
"So be it. You will become the one who stands at the burrow's mouth. Your back will curve. Your hands will become paws. Your eyes will learn to see the shadow of the hawk before the hawk knows itself. And you will stand guard—not for one season, not for one lifetime, but for all the generations of the Kalahari." the story of the makgabe
Makgabe said nothing. She took only a gourd of sour milk, a handful of ash from the cooking fire, and a single ostrich feather. "I would trade everything," Makgabe said, "for my