I took my hat and placed it on his head and took his hat and wore it. He was so moved by this spontaneous gesture of goodwill that he collapsed in my arms and embraced me. I embraced him in return. We stood there, in front of everyone gathered, drenched in sweat, arm in arm as if we were old buddies who suddenly reconnected after a long successful battle. As we let go of each other and I returned to the stage, the crowd began to move across the aisle. By the next song, no one could tell who was a UNITA or a government supporter. They mixed, mingled, danced, and celebrated with each other until the end of the concert.
As 5:00 p.m. approached, we were requested to end the concert and pack all the equipment, because we had to leave Cubal do Lumbo before sundown. “Quero os Mendes Brothers dentro do autocarro antes das 18:00 horas” (I want the Mendes Brothers inside the bus before 18:00 hours),” said Governor Rangel.
All personnel had to leave the site before nightfall, fearing that there could be an ambush by the UNITA military or civilian supporters. Everyone gathered their belongings and rushed out in tight caravan formation, escorted by armed military SUVs.
Photos of Cubal do Lumbo, Copyright Keiichi Hashimoto