"If he can bend it like that, it must be fine," the most senior of the black shirts said dismissively, checking his watch. That little impatient tick of his was how Mwenye came to identify him. He had never seen nor heard of any man with so little to do act so anxious to get it all done. "He wouldn't have walked on it if it were broken. Let him sleep it off."
"Well, that's easy."