The trek through the village was very interesting on either side of a path there were Mud hut dwellings for the various families, all the enclosed areas have a communal hut which is for chatting, doing one another's hair and just chewing the fat.... we joined a group of women and children and discussed our evening that I was going to have the privilege of attending.

A big night ahead for me ... I had my marriage beads ready, Katherine and I set out to prepare food for the evening and a punch for the 5 ladies that were coming...

6.30pm the ladies started to arrive and set straight into the alcohol and food, they managed to shoo the children away and now it was time for the girls ceremony... this ceremony was held inside the hut with all windows blacked out, door shut and candles lit...this ceremony is never done in front of children or any males only girls from the age of 14 years old ( as a girl becomes a women)....I was so excited as I had no idea of what to expect... the ladies turn the plastic water containers upside down and placed between their legs and used as drums.. 2 of the ladies were chosen to commence with the ceremony... they lift their shetenge's which is a cloth worn around the waist ...no man other than their husband is allowed to see the women's thighs, hence the blacking out of the room. The plastic drums and song commenced "Zambala" being the only word I could decipher....the dance is very erotic and this dance is to teach a women how to pleasure their husband they dance  moving their pelvic and thrusting sideways as well as back and forwards moving in what is called "4 corners" very very slowly...I was called to join the main lady Alice and my goodness my thighs were burning, although they were asking me is my waist hurting it clearly did not...but I was not allowed to stop until I slowly managed the 4 corner action...and I had to bear the pain... with the plastic drums in the back ground and their calls with glee sounded with their tongues I finally managed to master the "Zanbala"

I then had to prepare myself for the tattoo which is done with a razor blade and Mary is the main tattooist she then prepared my skin for the cutting ...I was shaking like a leaf....but they sang and it was soothing before I knew it the cuts were over without any pain and the burnt ash and some other natural power was rubbed into the cuts...after that one I was clearly prepared for the second which was done on my back....Mary (an Elder) set to work ...once again no feeling of pain...

We then set to wrap my 6 meters of beads around my waist where I was shown another dance of marriage... a women cannot refuse to have sex with her husband otherwise she will be beaten.... this was acted out between two women...it was enthralling to watch... although within the marriage beads there is a string of red beads.. without a word being uttered this string is taken off when a women is having her menstruation cycle and left on her pillow and the man is not allowed to touch the women at all while the beads are there.... this tradition is totally respected and not abused ....I was allowed to swap stories of tradition and it was incredibly interesting as within this culture breasts are for the children and for feeding, women and men do not do the act of cunnilingus or fellatio  as they believe that they will die ... what a complete difference in cultures.... they were completely appalled by the very thought....