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It’s April 1856 in what we now call South Africa. Nongqawuse, a 15-year-old girl from the Xhosa Nation, is fetching water from a pond near the mouth of the Gxarha River. Although she doesn’t know it yet, she’s about to become the most infamous prophet of the Xhosa people — a prophet who will not only doom, but almost entirely wipe out her nation.
As she kneels down to lower the empty jug into the water, she looks at her image reflected on the water’s surface. Once again, she wonders if that’s how her mother had looked like.
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Cartoonist, science fan, PhD, eukaryote. Doesn't eat cats, dogs, nor other animals.