Trickling thoughts and views

The women happily clapped and danced as they sang the traditional emuratta songs .They had been at it for about an hour while encircling the three girls standing on the doorway of one of the huts .The girls’ heads had been fully shaved the day before. The Oloibon and the elders had washed the girls' heads with fresh cow milk and spat on their forehead as a sign of blessings.The elder women had woken the girls up in the wee hours of the morning to adorn them with the traditional Maasai jewels and mark their heads with okra. Among the three girls was Taipei, the only daughter of the Oloibon .She stood seemingly indifferent to the frenzy going on around her. She held a piercing wise- beyond- her years gaze in her eyes .She was shivering not from the chilly morning wind but from the fear, anger and desperation she felt brewing deep inside her. She needed to escape and save herself but she had not been able to find a chance to run. Her every move was watched and scrutinised by her