Short folk story. All she knew was laughter. Silalela! The men of her village looked away. "Pah!" They said, "She is impure! Her spirit has no breath. What has she given us, but laughter? What will she ever take, but joy?" The wise inyanga pressed his palm to her heart. "It is cold," he said, "You must warm your heart before any man will desire it." "Yebo!" She cried, "Then that is what I shall do!" This was written as an exercise in writing a performance-style folk tale in a style we're not familiar with. I don't know much about the Zulu culture apart from enjoying their stories, so I am sure there are errors. If there are any please let me know as I'm here to learn!