Daughter
of the flowing earth, she was the embodiment of grace in a deep golden brown
female form, and wore the spiritual nobility of her land as one of royal
stature would wear gold. Around her beautifully shaped head and around her
average sized bust and small waist she wore a bright yellow and brown African
print fabric wrapped tightly around her head and body, which draped down in the
fashion of a sarong, to her bare feet. She stood tall and slender in her
village, near a large grass hut amid the vast continent of ancient Africa
thousands of years ago when the land was young.
In
her face one could see the balanced symmetry in the round oval face of this
ancient woman. One could see her facial profile with her deep onyx, almond
shaped eyes with sleepy lids. This woman of the earth held her head up high as
she spoke, depending on who she was conversing with. The face of the woman
contained much refined ancient and ancestral African beauty with her dark
knowing eyes, heavy lidded, and her smooth flat appearing elegant long nose
whose nostrils flared somewhat but not overly so. Her lips were full and
generous in a pleasing manner and provided the illusion of an even balance to
her face. She appeared almost regal with her deep golden brown skin and it was
smooth with no blemishes. Young and full of feminine balanced energy, it
radiated from her aura. She was a natural beauty of the earth, with her dark
skin contrasted against the bright golden yellow mixed with brown African print
material that was wrapped tightly around her head in a small head wrap. She
wore it in the traditional style of African women. She was a vision of graceful
young womanhood of the day. Her smooth expansive physical beauty was likened to
a rare mysterious dark orchid in bloom.
Her
body was skinny and long – graceful this female African body she inhabited. She
stood with her head held high in defiance, sure of who she was as a woman. The
light of the midday sun shone down upon her smooth deeply brown slender body.
Wrapped in yellows and browns covered in the woven African print that was drawn
tightly around her slender body with the sarong part of her ensemble draped
down to her bare feet. On her head the length of this fabric was pulled tightly
around the crown of her head in an exquisite manner. The night came, and
she stood in the heart of the village by a grass hut tall, proud, and bold. She
stood there in the living vision of this mysterious African night of the
Nyekundu red moon.
Her
eyes were brown, the color of the depth of the richest sepia, russet and were
oval in shape, not as wide open, the heavy lids almost hiding the darkened
iris. Her almost slanted African deep fire eyes were the eyes of a strong
protector who defended spiritual truth using her full lips as a weapon to punish
her foe as he arrogantly disrespected her, and the ways of her tribe as he
sought to impose his ungraceful movements and use of his warrior spear. Her
eyes knowing that although inelegant and staccato, his movements were still in
front of the world instead of the ways of the graceful African Nyekundu moon
village. Her eyes ebony tinged with amber fire knew the pain of betrayal
watching her lover carry on with another woman and this wide open hurt was
reflected in her deep pools of sepia eyes that were on fire. She finally caught
them and her world fell apart.
In
spite of her pain the light shone in her eyes with no tears from the old love
she knew who left her for another, and then the new man that came into her life
just at the right moment to give her comfort and to ease the pain of rejection
of the first love. He put his strong arms around her as her dark sienna eyes
were wide open in surprise as she watched the relationship with her first lover
die.
In
the ancient embodiment of the graceful Nyekundu red fire woman, one could see
the beauty of her symmetry, with her deep, fiery, soulful eyes seeing truth.
Wrapped in the tribal patterns of her ancient village, she wore her sense of
oneness with her people and it reflected outwardly in the beauty of her mannerisms
and dress of the woman of the dark continent of ancient Africa. Her defiant
facial expressions maintained grace towards the man that disrespected her
person as well as her tribe with its natural spiritual beauty, even though his
dance lives on. The fires that burned in her eyes knowing and seeing the man
she loved all those years leave her for another woman in the deep embers of
dark sienna orbs are made wide open with painful realizations of the past
relationship, making way for this new endearing love to enter her life,
thousands of years ago when the land was young.
