'They came back with many exciting stories about something called pesa made of small flat round pieces of metal which could be used to buy anything. "And where does one get this pesa from?" asked Obura now a strapping lad of sixteen just on the threshold of manhood. He was already six feet tall, very quick on his feet and with his mind. He was curious about everything and leaned everything with equal avidity. But he was very restless and were it not for his mother who did not take kindly to people who dodged their duties, he would have spent the whole day listening to the exciting stories of Ambere and Nyaroche. "Well you work for a white man or for an Indian and he pays you with pesa." How easy. Obura was not afriad of work...'