We See A Different Frontier: A Postcolonial Speculative Fiction Anthology - Plot & Excerpts
“Lay down your weapons,” he says. He is an imposing figure, a fatherly white man. Standing against him the chiefs are black against night. In the distance the elephants call to each other. A bird cries overhead.The Ndebele are persuaded to lay down their arms, ending the Second Matabele War.We began to edit, but we were sloppy at first.4.Cecil Rhodes marches into the Ndebele stronghold, unarmed.His whiteness is startling against the night. His moustache is a bold stroke of black on a white canvas. “Lay down your weapons,” he says.There is a disconcerting silence.“Hello?” Cecil Rhodes says, into the night. “Hello?”There are no Ndebele here. What is that moving in the darkness? Rhodes squints into the night. “What—?” he begins to say.The giant bugs rise out of the ground. The product of a parallel evolution, from a world which never knew a human. A world so close you could touch the membrane of its wall, a world so far you would never see it. The bugs are eight feet in length, armoured and intelligent.
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