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A long long time ago on the African veldt there lived a mighty Zulu tribe, they were ruled by the great chief Cetewayo who had three hundred wives and was said to be a descendant of Shaka Zulu. The Impi and their assegais struck fear into all the surrounding tribes and as a result their kraals were full of cattle and the storehouses filled with mielies maize. King Cetewayo sat on a throne of pure gold and he was content.

First it was the Boers, who came looking for land, the king and his Impi saw them off quick smart. Then the English arrived, looking for gold. Cetewayo and his warriors defeated them also, but they came back again and again.

Now we come to the present day where this same tribe is ruled by the great, great grandson of Cetewayo, the elderly Catpoowayo. The kraals hold few cattle now and the mielies store was almost empty but the king still sat upon the mighty golden throne and with that he was content.

One day the royal advisor came to the king and told him that his nephew was plotting with the younger warriors to overthrow him.

“Should I take the palace guard and arrest him” Asked the advisor?

The old king’s brow furrowed as he cogitated on this dilemma. There was little land now, a few mangy cattle, hardly worth fighting for. It was just the golden throne, he couldn't give up.

“Go tell my nephew”, said the old king to his advisor, “that if I can retire to live out my days in peace, then I will hand over the crown without a fight”.

The king's nephew eagerly agreed to this.