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Written by Roderick Eime
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Saturday, 18 November 2006 |
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Wild Women of the Sepik
They twirled and gyrated like demented dervishes, their tattered grass skirts
flailing to the throbbing beat of the coarse wood and skin drums beaten methodically
by apparently captive men at the centre of their circle. Barely concealed by
shreds of river grass and rough shell necklaces, their long-exhausted, pendulous
breasts swung in full rotations as they yelped and threw their arms ecstatically
in the air. Was it some macabre celebration or perhaps a sacrificial ritual?
We had no idea, but like dumbstruck voyeurs, we stood riveted as the rowdy spectacle
unfolded. |
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 06 December 2006 )
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