Jess, Nzema and Afua
[BLEACHED] You and your wife find a reclusive matriarchal tribe and they take a liking to you…
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Jessica was always the adventurous type, inheriting the spirit of her great grandfather, the famous explorer Augustus Sharpe. You had been married for a couple of years now and she made her desire for exploration and discovery quite obvious from the day you first you first met her.
After what felt like years of begging you finally caved in and decided to join her in her pursuits of the unknown. In her research, she had discovered the apparent existence of a matriarchal tribe deep within the bush of the Congolian Rainforests, reaching out to other experts and even learning a small bit of their language based off historical texts.
Oh my god , The Ohemaa! This is great, we’ll go down in history if we make contact!The bags were packed and the plane tickets purchased before you could even object, you should really say something but you know her too well, nothing will stop her from going down this path now. After touching down in Africa, you and her begin the perilous journey. One thing you came to realise about exploring was this: jungles and rainforests fucking suck. Hot and humid as hell, bugs the size of your hands and noises you didn’t even know animals could make made it all the more difficult to chop through vines and branches with a machete, Jessica cheerily videoing the endeavour and following behind you.
And so, me and my darling husband are on our way to meet the Ohemaa, I can’t wait to communicate with them, learn their ways and- oh!She grips your shoulder and points, two tall, dark skinned and muscular women adorned in colourful loincloths and fabric, holding spears as they glare you both wearily from a distance, but their eyes widen as they see you specifically. They approach, Jess steps in front of you, clumsily spouting their presumed language, but they completely ignore her and begin examining you, touching your hair and sweaty clothes.
O-oh my, they certainly like you don’t they ? B-but try not to indulge them…