Every married woman dream, to reproduce. She seeks it with caution

So I walked into Kutulo's hallowed temple, bare footed as required, my arms bearing a bowl of varied fruits, a piece of palm frond stuck between my lips. I swayed my hips to the rhythm of the flute that sang in the background, courtesy of the little ones who served the temple, and I prayed quietly that my needs be met..
I love those words there. The vocabulary was unique.
Beautiful story and well written😉😉