IS IT POSSIBLE

Chapter 1

The brown dust leapt in a sudden gust of wind and danced amongst the bushes. As usualy father,  our dog, lesos and I were resting under a big tree. My father, with his two sticks—one long and one short —leaning against his shoulder, sat chewing tobacco. Lesos kept looking up to his owner, probably thinking that he should share what he was eating. It was the habit of my father to drive cattle, sheep and goats halfway leaving them to the care of his brother, Olodi, and his sons. He stared intently at the animals which were far away and looked like tiny spots with brown dust raised by their own feet . I looked at my father;he spat out tobacco juice and turned to look at me. His eyes looked as if he was seeing a certain fear, far ,far away. They looked as if they had tears in them. I was afraid to ask him what was wrong. But before I stopped thinking about his eyes, he turned to means said, 'Lerionka
     'Ooe,* I answered, wondering what he wanted to ask me. He did not often talk to me in those days, and we could walk for long distances without him uttering a word to me
   'Lerionka, he called again
  'Ooe, I answered
' If today I were to die and your older father, Olodi, Were  to die the same time, and his sons wanted to take all the cattle, sheep and goats, what would you do?

This question frightened me. I thought of Olodi, his strong arms, his long white spear, his long straight legs, and kis narrow fate with its pointed nose and small mouthwith black gums and milk–white teeth.
   'I do not think he can die, I told myself
I thought of his eldest son, Mpoke, tall, handsome, with long hair, always laughing and talking in a kind manner. I remembered they day I wanted to go with him to look after the cattle and he looked at me and said' Lerionka, you go home, because we are going very far. On the day we are looking after the cattle near the village I shall ask your father to let you accompany us. I did not think he could be as bad as father said, bad enough to take all the cattle, sheep and goats from me.
 
I  thought of Mpoke‘s brother, Lepish. He was a bit older than I but he also likes me and has always treated me like his brother. I could not think of him, either, trying to take away that which my father had fought for all his life.
  ' You don't know, my father asked.
  ' No I don't, I admitted, turning away from his stern look.
  ' If someone was to ask you whose son you are, what would you tell him?
' I would say I am the son of kariankei.
' Is that all, he asked again this time with a frown on his face.
' That's all I know, I answered