Awero stepped into her nuptial room with several thoughts in the head. The room was sliced into layers like sharp knife cut potatoes by the palm oil fueled lamp placed at one corner, creating arc of light covered by shadows of darkness.
Big animals' skin decorated the Adobe walls covered in layers and layers of woven mats.

Moments flew past, seconds running like hours in her mind. Her mind fluttered like a wet bird, backward to few nights before the wedding, into a room lighted and warmth by a lamp with her mother counseling her on what it means marrying a powerful man. "They love adventures and submissiveness" so she said.

Back to the present. The silk covered wooden bed welcomed her like an old sister, drinking her homesick tears with muffled embracement. She missed her mother and father already. The strangeness of the room chilled her.

She jolted back to reality when she felt powerful hands caressing her rump, powerful hands that has held guns and pull down big animals. His powerful frame that most have spent nights in forests held her sweetly.

He turned her to face him. Big beautiful brown eyes stared into hers, fluterring. His lips, revealed between clusters of black beard curled into a reassurring smile.

She felt suddenly excited, taken by an arousal she only feels few days before her monthly visitor comes visiting. It was one of his hands that was working between her thighs. She wanted it to stay there.

That very moment, wrapped in his embrace, drinking in the fragrance of his manliness her homesickness left replaced with a lunging for what he had to offer and satisfy this new hunger in her soul.
She knew instantly the reason her mother told her not to walk with boys.

The End