The pricking eyes of the earth poked the sole of my feet at every step I took, making me grimace at the sweet pains it sent through my spine. The cool breeze of the morning played around with my thick, dark and long hair making it sway lazily at my bare back, and with a soft smile on my face I took in a deep breath and exhaled calmly through my lips. My long, beautiful legs sharply traded through the familiar paths that led to the village stream. I was the sun that brightened the day as the women called, and the man in a woman's body like the men said. The shimmering rays of the sun popping up from behind the hills at the boundary between my village and Odu, the land of the giants, fell warmly on my skin making me glow like the magnificent statue of Ete the goddess of beauty. The thought of being Ete overwhelmed me but it's impossibility made my day dream fade into thin air.
As the clear still stream of Uda came into sight, the cheerful voices of maidens and children clattering and splashing fresh water around, filled the air. I walked gently towards the stream and stared down at my reflection. My radiating beauty stood out and the outlines of my body shape made the wind pause to have a view of me. My pale brown eyes stole a look at the woman I had become, from my slight flat nose, my finely shaped lips, the long slender neck that held my oval shaped head, my fully rounded bosom to the popping look of my curvy hips carried gracefully by my beautiful straight long legs. The wrapper I had wrapped around my bosom had it's tips tied skillfully in front of me and stuck in between my succulent breasts giving it a much desired view. My stomach was exposed and my belly button on display as the wrapper around my hips didn't exceed my waist. Rows of colourful beads laid around my waist complementing the ones around my neck and on my head. My thighs could be seen popping out of my wrapper as well.
The sight of the little weaved basket filled with colourful wrappers that was stuck against my waist with my right hand supporting it firmly, made me remember I had come to the stream to do some laundry. I dropped the basket carefully on the grace at the bank of the stream. Straightening up I took in the serenity of the stream and smile at the comfort it gave. The rocks that had formed a wall at the other side of the stream made the atmosphere chilly and cold. The green grass seem to lose it colours as the dry season had set in and the gripping hands of harmattan had fallen on the land.
Squatting gently, I reached for the basket and proceeded into washing the wrappers I had come with. Like a flash it came, scourging pains ramped into my head and in seconds I was on my back lying helplessly. The screams of maidens and children filled the air and the shrieking cries of ceased up girls followed. Darkness called out to my soul and like a timid child I let it overwhelm me
