For several days, the villages toiled from dawn to dusk, building something almost next to my hut. Maria was clearly excited by the development. Joe had only been gone three days, yet it seemed like ages.
There was a commotion going on in the village early one morning. A huge Crocodile was on the riverbank, basking in the sun. Clearly, he was not welcome. The building work had to stop because the felled trees were brought to the village in boats down the river.
After a few days, the visitor was gone and life returned to normal. I still had no idea of just what was being built. I was beginning to feel a little unwell, and I had a high temperature. I decided to have a lay down on the mat in my hut.
I fell asleep very quickly. When I woke several hours later, it was dark but I knew that Maria was present. My temperature had soared, I was burning up. She kept wiping my face with a cold wet cloth.
The next thing I remembered, was the village witch doctor performing some kind of ritual. Then things went black, and I was convinced that I was going to die. It may seem a strange thing to say, but I now know that my life was saved by voodoo.
Within a day or so, I felt well enough to leave my hut with Maria. As we got to the completed building, she gestured for me to go in. What was it, I wondered? No one could tell me, It was so strange.
That night in my hut I began to think about home, my parents, and the convent. I cried myself to sleep. I was twenty-one years old and in an alien world. Around mid-morning, I was taking a stroll through the village for exercise when I heard the strangest sound.
The people were all running for cover, but I just froze not knowing what to do. I was suddenly grabbed by four very big men and carried quite quickly to the new building. They had only just got me inside when a swarm of locusts arrived.
They landed in the fields of barley, maize, and wheat, and stripped them bare, and then they were gone. Such a terrifying experience. Joe was due back in two days, I could hardly wait to see him again.
That night Maria was fast asleep opposite me in my hut, and she was bathed most fully by the silvery light of the moon streaming through the entrance. She looked stunning. I took several minutes to have a rather good look at her, and I liked what I saw.
As I lay back down on the old matted carpet, I reflected on the day's events. When those gentlemen came to my rescue, two of them were being very bad indeed. Their cocks were not only pressed firmly against my pride and joy, but they were rather stiff and of good size.
I was up early the next morning to meet Joe on his boat. His face lit up when he saw me. We walked to my little hut and had a cold drink which he had brought with him. We chatted for ages, it was just so wonderful to have him all to myself.
He had everything that I had ordered, he even had more than one of some of the items. Maria and Joe were my saviours of that there was no doubt. Later that day a messenger came into my hut. The village chief wanted to talk to us.
Again he was very friendly and smiled and nodded quite a lot. Joe looked a little unhappy because he knew my background. The chief had suggested that I go native. We just couldn't believe it. I was as white as snow and everyone else was a very dark brown.