the minister said, his mood suddenly turning grave. âYou have not chosen well.â
âWe can take him off your hands,â Diamond replied. âWe have a place for him.â
âI see,â he said. âYou bring him back to Kenya with you, so you can show your customers what a bad Zimbabwe elephant looks like?â He wiggled his eyebrows at her and giggled at his joke.
âWe have enough bad elephants in Kenya,â Diamondsaid, laughing with him. âBut I am leaving for America tonight. I want to show bad elephants to the Americans.â
âAnd you?â he turned to me. âMiss Diamond tells me you are Miss Sterling. A capital name!â
âThank you,â I replied. âI am president ofââI took a deep breathââELLI. Itâs an organization that saves elephants.â I hoped I hadnât sounded pretentious.
âSo why donât you save a good one?â Joshua Mukomana said, his face serious at first, before he laughed at my perplexed look. He leaned back in his wide leather chair. âI know of this elephant,â he said. âI am told when he comes into the campgrounds to steal food, he frightens the campers. We cannot take the risk.â He gave a sad sigh. âHis disposal is already scheduled.â
Diamond leaned forward and pressed her hands against his desk. âJoshua, shamwari , that is the ministry speaking. What can you do to help us?â He rocked in the leather chair and pondered. He sipped his tea and ate a sugary cornmeal cake and pondered for a long time. I felt impatient, but I remembered Diamondâs words and just calmly sipped my tea.
âI can sell him to you,â he finally said. âWe sell many elephants.â He paused. âTo hunters. Do Americans like to hunt?â He gestured to me. âAh! You are too pretty to hunt.â
I felt my face flush at his words.
âWe donât want to use him for hunting,â Diamond said casually. âWe just want him. He is of no use to you.â
âTrue.â Joshua Mukomana drained his tea, holding the cup daintily, with one pinky extended. He pressed a small buzzer on the front of his desk. The armed soldier returned.
âTea.â Joshua Mukomana held up his cup. âMore teaand more cakes.â The soldier saluted and left the room. We waited. Joshua Mukomana studied us. âYou came especially to see me because of this elephant?â
âWe did,â said Diamond.
The soldier returned with a red clay pot filled with more steaming black tea and another tray of little cakes, then poured us each another cup. Joshua Mukomana pressed his thick, cigar fingers together and rocked some more in his chair. âSince we are good friends and I have a debt to you I feel obligated to repay, I will authorize his sale to you. You can have the elephant.â
âThank you, shamwari ,â Diamond said. Her voice was filled with relief.
âSeven hundred and fifty zillion Zim dollars,â he said. âA bargain, because we are old friends.â
It sounded like a defense budget, and then I felt like giggling. A trillion zillion. A squillion. A bozo-illion, an elephantillion. No one in the whole world spouts numbers like that. I glanced over at Diamond, who just kept sipping her tea. No one except people in Zimbabwe.
âTen trillion Zim dollars,â she said evenly.
âHeâs a fine, big elephant,â Joshua Mukomana argued. He stared at Diamond. She took another sip of tea. âFifty-five trillion.â
âFifteen,â Diamond countered. She looked at her watch. âWhat time is our flight?â she asked me. âItâs nearly five oâclock.â
âSix thirty,â I choked. How could Diamond be so calm? We didnât have any money at all to buy Tusker, let alone a few bazillion joke-atillion lying around.
Joshua Mukomana rubbed the expanse of stomach that protruded from under his