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Living among the Kilitoki
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
water that you wash in," noted Peter. "We gather drinking water when no one is bathing. Do not worry, after the filtering, it's very clean. There are other things in the water that you should worry about." After that, Peter and Great Mother returned to the tribal village. She showed Peter where food and water supplies were kept. Peter noticed that for an old woman, Great Mother moved around quite swiftly. "Now Peter, if there's anything else you ever need, just ask anyone." "But how will they understand me?" "Good point," chuckled the Great Mother. "In that case, speak to me or Koko'loko." The Great Mother grew solemn again and said: "Peter, did you decide what kind of work you want to do?" "Well," Peter scratched his head. "I was thinking that being a hunter would be fun, but that sounds a bit over my head. I guess, picking fruit should be easy enough, but I don't really know the area around here." "You'll learn it fast enough, Peter. As it happens your new friends do that same work. They will show you around." The old woman let a little smile slip past her lips. "Friends." Peter felt his mouth go dry. "Let's go meet them now," said Great Mother and began shuffling rapidly into the jungle. *** Peter stood in front of a large tree facing a group of youngsters. These were the same four guys that were wresting by the fire last night. Peter's arms hung limply at his sides as he looked ... at them. One of the guys in front of him was leaning on a long stick, which Peter later learned was for shaking fruit from trees. Another one was eating a mango. Two others were kneeling next to him. The boys were skinny, but they looked strong -- their dark, smooth skin seemingly consuming the sun. "This is Peter!" announced Great Mother in English, which Peter thought was silly. She pointed to the boy with the stick: "That is Tooki. Eating a mango is Pompo. And those two twins are Karo and Kuru." Peter nodded at each one in turn, but didn't receive any acknowledgment back. Suddenly, Mother of the Tribe exclaimed something in their native tongue. "Hello Peter!" said the boys in unison, lazily. "I've been teaching these boys some English and they learn fast," said Great Mother, "but from now on you'll be teaching them." She turned to face Peter, touched the top of his head and, just like that, left. Peter found himself staring at the boy leaning on the stick, unable to think of anything to say. He felt stupid. This whole idea was stupid. How could he make friends with African boys? He didn't even know how to talk to them. The boys studied Peter in silence. "Come!" said Pompo finally, tossing his mango in the bush. Other boys began following him, disappearing into the jungle. Peter just stood there, stupefied. As the last boy was about to step into the bush he turned to Peter and motioned for him to follow. "You. Come!" ...