HUTULA
I am all alone. It is freezing out here. My whole body hurts. I feel bruised all over. Wait a minute, what am I hearing? Are those birds singing? I can hear some sounds. Am I in a Jungle? or a forest? Ouch! My legs, it hurts so much. It feels like a trailer ran over it. My head, it feels like the movie "Drum Line" is being played in it. My eyes, I am trying to open it, it felt like chewing gum is stuck to my lashes. I struggle to open my eyes till each lash began to separate. All of a sudden, four hefty men step out from the trees and surround me. They have the fiercest look I've ever seen my entire life. They are all dressed in leaves and covered in black paint. I am in the jungle. How did I get here?
I am scared to death not only because of the look on their faces, also because I can't remember how I got here. I am still thinking as the men pull me to my feet. I begin to struggle. I try to get out of the grip of one of the men holding me but he is too strong for me. I am tiring out, so i decide to stop struggling and give in to my fate. The men begin to pull me to the north part of the forest. After we walk for a while, we arrive at a small village filled with strange looking people. All of them are covered in black paint and leaves. There is a large clearing on which some huts stand in a semi circle. The huts are made from mud and thatch and have small openings for doors. I notice we are heading towards the biggest hut in the village.
The villagers follow us to the hut. They are all screaming in a weird high pitched manner, scaring me further till I feel my knees give way under me. The hut is surrounded by a dozen men holding sharp tip spears. They look like the men who found me in the forest. I think the place is some sort of palace because of the decoration on the wall. A handsome man with a short beard dressed in nothing but a leopard skin loin cloth comes out of the opening that is the door. He begins to address the villagers in a strange language. All of a sudden the people begin to disperse one by one leaving me with the guards holding me and the young chief. He barks a sharp command to the men holding me. And they pick me up and pull me towards a hut to my left.
As I am shoved through the door into the hut. My eyes try to grow accustom to the darkness of the hut. In the middle of the hut is a raised mud bed with a raffia mat on top of it. On the red mud wall are a dozen skins hanging. To my right is a giant black pot with a thick boiling gruel. I turn to the sound of something behind me and see a fat woman with massive breasts walking towards me with purpose. I back away from her in fear till my legs hit the mud bed and I sit down. She stops short of where I am and begins to make some unintelligible sounds but I can only make out the words "Hutula!" "Hutula!". She kneels down between my legs and begins to massage my feet with some ointment she pulls from the string of her loin cloth. I feel myself begin to relax and feel some relief from the pain of being dragged by the guards in the forest. Ten minutes later, she stands up and goes out just the way she came.
I sit alone for ten minutes and then the young man who had appeared to be a chief walks into the hut. He approaches the bed where I am sitting and sits down beside me. I shift as far away from him as possible. He smiles at me and reaches out to touch my thigh. I scream and slap at his hand. A frown appears on his face and he begins to speak in their strange language. It is clear that he is angry at my rebuff. Then again, he springs to his feet and storms out of the hut.
As if on cue, armed men rush into the hut. Some hands pull me roughly to my feet. I scream and begin to beg but this does not stop the men. They soon begin to tie me up. Then they drag me out of the hut. Once we are out again at the clearing, they lift me above their head. I can see a big pot above a huge fire. Now the whole village is dancing and screaming. I realize that I am going to be used as a sacrifice. I scream in terror, frantically clawing at my captors. They move me towards the great fire and the boiling pot. I can feel the heat on my skin as we move close. Then as they make to shove me into the hot water......I WAKE UP!
Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!! What a DREAM....
The villagers follow us to the hut. They are all screaming in a weird high pitched manner, scaring me further till I feel my knees give way under me. The hut is surrounded by a dozen men holding sharp tip spears. They look like the men who found me in the forest. I think the place is some sort of palace because of the decoration on the wall. A handsome man with a short beard dressed in nothing but a leopard skin loin cloth comes out of the opening that is the door. He begins to address the villagers in a strange language. All of a sudden the people begin to disperse one by one leaving me with the guards holding me and the young chief. He barks a sharp command to the men holding me. And they pick me up and pull me towards a hut to my left.
As I am shoved through the door into the hut. My eyes try to grow accustom to the darkness of the hut. In the middle of the hut is a raised mud bed with a raffia mat on top of it. On the red mud wall are a dozen skins hanging. To my right is a giant black pot with a thick boiling gruel. I turn to the sound of something behind me and see a fat woman with massive breasts walking towards me with purpose. I back away from her in fear till my legs hit the mud bed and I sit down. She stops short of where I am and begins to make some unintelligible sounds but I can only make out the words "Hutula!" "Hutula!". She kneels down between my legs and begins to massage my feet with some ointment she pulls from the string of her loin cloth. I feel myself begin to relax and feel some relief from the pain of being dragged by the guards in the forest. Ten minutes later, she stands up and goes out just the way she came.
I sit alone for ten minutes and then the young man who had appeared to be a chief walks into the hut. He approaches the bed where I am sitting and sits down beside me. I shift as far away from him as possible. He smiles at me and reaches out to touch my thigh. I scream and slap at his hand. A frown appears on his face and he begins to speak in their strange language. It is clear that he is angry at my rebuff. Then again, he springs to his feet and storms out of the hut.
As if on cue, armed men rush into the hut. Some hands pull me roughly to my feet. I scream and begin to beg but this does not stop the men. They soon begin to tie me up. Then they drag me out of the hut. Once we are out again at the clearing, they lift me above their head. I can see a big pot above a huge fire. Now the whole village is dancing and screaming. I realize that I am going to be used as a sacrifice. I scream in terror, frantically clawing at my captors. They move me towards the great fire and the boiling pot. I can feel the heat on my skin as we move close. Then as they make to shove me into the hot water......I WAKE UP!
Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!! What a DREAM....
RUTH PAUL
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