You step out of your hut into village filled with native Africans. All of which were naked, exept for a few bead necklaces hear and their. Women chatted with one another, men got ready to leave for a hunt. And children played infront of you. Ah the children.
You rubbed your extended wome in anticipation. This would be your first, and hopefully not your only one. You felt a kick from the being inside you and smiled, rubbing the spot the small foot impacted. It wouldn’t be too long now before you gave birth. Then you would care for a child of your very own. You and your husband were always together when he wasn’t hunting. He put up with your needs to have certain foods and the occasional foot rub to take the pain off of a hard day of walking and waiting for him to return. And in return you satisfied his needs for female companionship. That didn’t stop with you carrying his child either. You two still shared wonderful nights of intement passion, even if you had to stop him from crushing his child occasionally under his body weight. Or call it off all together because you felt a constant kicking for your motions to stop.
You let out a long sigh. The joy of motherhood. You stretched hearing your back creak and pop. Your back had suffored the most of any part of you so far. Keeping a straight poster was difficult, so your spine naturally curved into a C shape with you leaning back. You hoped it would vanish after you gave birth.
You walked through the village with both hands on your stomach carful not to shake too much. Motherhood. That would soon be your life. Your hips have already widened in preparation for the life that would soon spring forth from your thighs, making it more difficult for you to enter several of the huts with narrower door ways. Your husband said he enjoyed your larger hips and milk producing breasts though. Even occasionally taking a sip from them to strengthen hip for his hunts.
Still, before you settled down their was still one question you wanted answered. One last adventure before retiring to raise your child.
Some of the hunters from the North would return with tales of strange creatures. Humans, but their skin was paler than sand, and they wielded strange Spears, odd clothes, and strange sorceries that the men of your tribe struggled to describe, having no words for what they witnessed. Many would discount the stories as fiction.
But more stories came back. They were moving a lot. And would often talk in a tong not even the wisest of your elders understood.
So, to put simply. Thought it may be impossible with your baby due soon.
You wanted to see a “White Man” at least just once. Preferably before you gave birth and would have to worry about your child.