The nature of it, so premeditated, only deepened the insult.ĭunga's father had also been killed by a warrior from the same tribe, and the duty of vengeance had fallen first on his older brother. It had been an ambush, a choreographed execution. He had become the eldest son after his brother, Kornan, was killed by a member of an enemy tribe. When she was alive, she had occasionally asked this, each time giving the vendetta new life just as Dunga was trying to escape it. This is why Dunga still hears his mother: When will you take revenge on your brother's killer? In the villages they are buried just below the huts of the living, separated from hearths and sleeping skins by only a few feet of dry, depleted soil. She has been dead nearly two years, but for Dunga's tribe the dead are never very far away. This story appears in the March 2010 issue of National Geographic magazine.ĭunga Nakuwa cups his face in his hands and remembers his mother's voice.
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