intentions upon seeing these women was.My shaft was rock hard and it was all I
cud do 2 maintain objectivity as my
eyes driftd over e women closing in
on us from all sides.I
forced myself 2 unclench by teeth&whisper,“God help me!”
they had hostile intentions towards us,but I wasn’t sure & so my arrow
remained in my hand.One of the taller women moved
forward to stand before the group at my
back and speaking in Venda, “How you
come 2 the lands of Binga?
brown sugar skin,were not gud my
soul urged me.My spirit was ringing an
alarm bell even as my flesh failed 2
coperate & remaind rock hard wit anticipation of wat it wud fl
like 2 ram my ** in2 the ** of
any if not all of the women.
from within my spirit.
I did so, only to find myself staring
into the eyes of the only girl, who wasn’t
“Claim her as your own for she yet
has a spirit that I take pleasure in.”