Chapter 6 of 50

Where am I?

My Zulu King569 words~3 min read

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Milkah

I groaned..I really did not want to wake up but I had too.

Wait....wake up! Was I not dead?

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in in a mud house that was decorated in a very different style then the ones I usually see when I visit my grandparents on the farm.

It looked amazing!

The way the mud was smoothed out and the design on the wall. I was in a really crazy dream.

I usually dream about school and my family but never have I been in a dream like this. It felt life like.

The material I'm currently sitting on had animal fur on top and it felt real. What!

I think this is a bed since is soft however the make is different from the one I'm used to instead of wooden legs it had some sort of weird material...it was hard but it was comfortable at the same time.

I stood up from the bed and walked towards the window in the round room there was one on the other end of the room. The covering was made out of a net material I guess it was to keep the insects out at night. The material was too thick so I could not see through the window net.

The room was dark but there was some light that windows offered so I guess it was still day time.

I could hear commotion outside but I still wanted to explore the room.

The height of the room was 12 feet and the surface area was the was 18 feet in my estimation.

The door was made out of wood and it was closed. I walked towards the mirror that could only show my face.

OH MY WORD! I don't look like me!

The person in my dream was a brown skinned girl with full lips and a oval face. Her eyes looked like stars that shined at night.

All her teeth where intact. She had bantu nots but by the looks of it, her afro hair must have been bellow bra strap length. A far cry from my pixie cut.

In a summary she was a beauty... well in this dream I am the beauty.

She looked young maybe 16 or 17 but she had already developed a rocking body. Kylie Jenna had nothing on her.

Everything was at the right place and her skin was so dame soft!

The fudge did she not experience the awkward teenage faze!

She was wearing a long white thin nightdress. She looked like a chocolate angel.

I think I was a bit obsessed with her. I kept touching her all over her body but the weird is that I felt the sensations and it felt real.

This dream is wicked!

As I was busy filing up the beauty a knock came on the door then someone opened it.

A person that looked twice my age came in with a bucket on her.

"Melokuhle come and wash your face so that you can go have breakfast with the family"

I stared at the lady that was currently speaking my native tongue which is zulu.

I don't think she recognised me staring because she left the bucket of water close to me then went to open the net on the windows and do my bed.

Am I the Melokuhle?

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