Mawuli returned to us on foot to report that all was in readiness to receive his father’s group.
Elijah and I set out with the first section. The Purser and his family stayed behind to round up the stragglers before taking up the march.
On the way we passed the tanker truck that was returning to refill at the desert crossroads. Only Jezer and Tomas were aboard, Reuben had remained to aid his stricken townspeople.
A coterie of young men orbited Elijah asking him endless questions. My friend answered them all with patience and penetrating insight. One of the more curious reached out to touch Elijah’s staff and was shocked off his feet.
The youngster stood up with renewed respect.