But behind his gentle eyes lay a mind that never forgot a name, a lineage, or a promise.
The silence stretched. Then the Mang’ombe elder let out a long breath. “The boy speaks true. I remember my father telling of the cow.” Peter Kalangu Balesa Baluluma
He turned to the Mang’ombe elder. “In 1947, your grandfather, Mwanga, gave a cow to the Chisenga family because their barn had burned. In return, the Chisenga promised shared use of the eastern well—not ownership. I have the witness marks here: three thumbprints and the mark of the village scribe.” But behind his gentle eyes lay a mind