Machezo wa maneno

When David Livngstone died in Zambia, his porters Abdulla Susi and James Chuma eviscerated his corpse and buried his heart under a tree. In the Anglican Cathedral in Zanzibar there is a crucifix made from the wood of that tree. I don't know if there are others elsewhere, but I suspect there are fewer than the splinters from the wood of the True Cross. They wrapped the body in bark and walked with it for 9 months until they reached the (no doubt very surprised )Holy Ghost Fathers in Bagamoyo. They announced "Mwili wa Daudi" - here is David's body. The fidelity of those porters, with no prospect of material reward is, in today's terms, incomprehensible.
The body was kept overnight in the tower of the newly built mission church, which, naturally, is now known as Livingstone's Tower, before being transported to Zanzibar and then on to Westminster Abbey on ....HMS Vulture.
To further lower the tone of this post, and just for the GOM who didn't get it when first told, I give you a bilingual pun, which just has to be in every Tanzanian schoolchild's joke book.
David Livingstone asked his porters the distance to the next destination. They answered "Twende tu" ("just let's go"). After a while he asked again, and got the same reply. On the third time of asking with the same response he exploded saying: "it can't still be 22 miles."
I know, I know, I didn't say it was good, I said the GOM didn't actually get it.