Milk and honey were plentiful, and three frasilah of
sweet potatoes were bought for a shukka, equal to about 40 cents of
our money.
The 13th June brought us to the last village of Magunda Mkali, in
the district of Jiweh la Singa, after a short march of eight miles
and three-quarters. Kusuri - so called by the Arabs - is called
Konsuli by the Wakimbu who inhabit it. This is, however, but one
instance out of many where the Arabs have misnamed or corrupted
the native names of villages and districts.
Between Ngaraiso and Kusuri we passed the village of Kirurumo, now
a thriving place, with many a thriving village near it. As we
passed it, the people came out to greet the Musungu, whose advent
had been so long heralded by his loud-mouthed caravans, and whose
soldiers had helped them win the day in a battle against their
fractious brothers of Jiweh la Mkoa.
A little further on we came across a large khambi, occupied by
Sultan bin Mohammed, an Omani Arab of high descent, who, as soon as
he was notified of my approach, came out to welcome me, and invite
me to his khambi.
