The claws of death

Twenty hours had passed and there was a dead silence in both sides of the villages. After Reverend Busang had rebuked the villagers everyone went their separate ways to digest his words. It seemed that his words had hit home and some of the villagers were regretting their evil deeds. They were asking themselves the reason for their fighting. They were from a same nation for heaven's sake. Who told them that there was supposed to be a single ruler for the whole Zulu nation? The Reverend had knocked sense into their minds. Even their forefathers had different house heads for different clan. So, who they were to go against that tradition. They gave themselves the time to mourn their loses.  Romeo and Julius' bodies were taken to the mob. Both villages were mourning the death of their future chiefs whose lives had been cut short by their act of impulsiveness. That made them to remember their shortcomings. The royal poet for the Khumalo clan touched the hearts of many with these wor