NYASALAND: Return of the Native

As he got off the big Viscount at Blantyre-Limbe's airport, the aging, European-garbed man uttered only one word. But the word was enough to send into a frenzy the 4,000 wildly excited Negroes who had come to greet him. "Kwaca! Kwaca! Kwaca!" they roared back, screaming the African nationalist slogan that means dawn (i.e., the beginning of freedom). They draped their hero in a ceremonial leopard skin, carried him on their shoulders to a car, yelled and beat tom-toms as he drove off, escorted by red-robed young "freedom fighters" on motorcycles. Thus last week, after 40 years of self-imposed...

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