AKULE'S POINT OF VIEW:
It was a cold evening when my eyes fully saw her beauty.
No man could mistake that she was the most beautiful woman of the tribe.
Her eyes were as brown as the rich, wet mud.
Her hair was darker than sparrow's wings.
Her lips as red a rose.
Her smile as bright as the moon.
I was watching her from a distance, in the woods eyes wide open.
She was playing the her beautiful, young niece. Their laughter echoed amongst the tribe, which made everyone smile. She was the most precious of the tribe, still is.
If only I could hold her strong, beautiful hands........
Later that evening, every adult, every child circled around the fire as we ate our last meal of the day. It was a rather large circle everyone siting next to each other, daughters with mothers, sons with fathers, one large family. Unfortunately as always, there was an empty place next to me.
I'm quite 'hated' throughout the tribe. I've never done any bad, only good.
But I'm not as great as Cheveyo. All the young women sat next or near him.
He was the strongest of the tribe. Whereas I'm the weakest. That makes us different.
I'm not more or less attractive than him, but strength is the key to *all* women.
I try to be strong. I am emotionally. Just not physically ......
Everyone was circled around the fire..... Except one....
The most beautiful woman of the tribe.........
